It is so difficult not to be sad
with the compassion for all my neighbors
loving my enemies while helplessly feeling
that my mere mortal words
have no ability but to brighten a sliver of a moment
Nowadays it seems that there is a struggle
in every sensation and crevice of existence
and as we are trying so hard to climb towards light
it often feels as if we are really
clawing out of quicksand, drowning in dry catastrophe
that suffocates the love from the lungs
I stare into people’s eyes
whenever I can because I hope they will hear
my plea for them to smile and understand
that they are human
the most beautiful of all;
I want people to know that the sadness
is normal, is a part of normalcy
is not all-defining, even when it becomes the
most wonderfully awful emotion of misunderstood loneliness
For me, though, it is worth it,
taking upon myself the sadness for your anguish
Washing myself clean of sorrow is easy
when I know you are clean of it as well
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(written with pen on paper)
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