“Alive”
I am alive
Once merely lingering, undeniably,
Through the journey I have thrived
Pain dwells in me
Eight swords still mark the space
But blinded I am bound
To this time and place
I am alive
The searing burn inside
Recognizes the offense
An ache that won’t subside
But still I am alive
The recompense is joy
Laughter that resides
Deep down, a place I thought destroyed
It’s true; I am alive
Excitement of uncertain futures
The Wheel of Fortune turns
Rumors in the cards discerned
Afflicted by the Sword
With dreams that have yet to die
Yes, I am alive
An unlikely state from past mistakes
The Hanged Man now is loved
A Lover, he becomes
Beholden, he succumbs
Driven to survive
Indeed, I am alive
Drifting down a nameless road
The signs of life abound
A Fool’s errand, I know
All around me, a presage
I am a life compelled
A glimmer, just a vestige
The hidden hazards of the Moon
In the Sun dispelled
Still Death, a knight, rides close
Morose, I journey forward
Simply because I am alive
A portent of the end of days
But days till then I’ll spend
With Justice, who sits on her throne
Her sword alone is raised
This is the company I keep
The path I have embraced
While still I am alive
Further down the quiet road
I stride in hopes to find
A way to lift the load
To fix the broken kind
The chaos in the sky
Death about to die
I’ll doctor it the best I can
And breathe into it life
For all around the signs are there
And I am still Alive—Christina Knowles (2016)
Photo: Signs of Life by Christina Knowles. Copyright 2016.
This is the time of year, as a teacher, when every well-meaning acquaintance mentions how lucky you are to have the summer “off.” Although we teachers certainly do anticipate this break, this is one of the most annoying things you can say this time of year. In my mind, I think that they are imagining me excitedly making plans for travel to places where I will spend lazy days sleeping in hammocks with the cool breeze drifting over me, and when I wake, I stroll through the sand and take a quick dip in the deep blue of the South Pacific before spending an evening in a cozy eatery, bursting with the aroma of Caribbean recipes and the rhythms of live authentic local music. But alas, this is not the reality of my summers. My May to-do lists do not include making any sort of travel plans with the exception of an overnight trip to my nephew’s wedding or booking an overnight hotel for a required teacher training in Denver, where instead of sleeping in a hammock, I will be sleeping in a hard plastic elementary-school style chair with the impression of the keyboard of my laptop embossed into the side of my face and eating college cafeteria food for dinner. Truthfully, by the time I get through my May to-do list, I am far too haggard to plan a trip to the store, let alone to an island get-away. “What’s so tiring about May?” you ask. “Testing is over, right?” Well, here is a typical end-of the-year to-do list for a high school teacher.
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