Here’s a creative poem for your ears. Listen, don’t interpret. Let’s all take a break.
Do you think my life is perfect?
It’s not, it’s hard.
For all the time and energy I put into everything, and to have barely anything come back to me, that’s frightening.
It leaves me in a state of incredulity.
What did I do wrong?
Which turn didn’t work?
Can I move forward?
Everyone struggles with something, but we barely talk about it, because we’re supposed to be resilient, we’re supposed to be invincible to change.
How many more quotes do I need to read?
To feel strong?
To feel right?
To feel better?
What’s the difference these days?
And at the end of my scrutiny, I tell myself over and over again, it doesn’t matter.
Then what’s the point of it?
As long as you have family, she said. As long as you have friends, they rant.
But I’m tired.
Is it possible that my brain might explode?
Dreams splayed everywhere.
Still. Contribute. BE.