Am I Alive?

Am I alive?
yes.
xxxxxx sometimes
sort of...
xxxxxx in perpetuity

alive for
good poetry
friendships
eroticism
the sight of the crescent moon
these are what make me quiver when I am

trapped
xxxxxx trying
ambitious
xxxxxx enchanted
annoyed
xxxxxx dissatisfied
angry
xxxxxx i am angry
this is what I am, seeking

another’s hand, another’s heart
these things I can touch. escaping

the past, the future
these are beyond my reach

for there are
barricades, prison cells
barriers to the next chapter, and beyond that

my fortress, my privacy, my solitude
the walls that hold me together, where I can

touch…
my own hand, my own hair
the space above me
the walls that exist around me
seeking to answer the question, am I alive?