M. Hank

does anybody else get that feeling deep in their chest, sharp like it's begging to come out but also soft as in fire soft, embers in a hole in the ground?

Our end is bittersweet,

some look down in defeat, 

while others raise their fists in victory.

Some of us may cry when we wave goodbye, 

some may smile with a twinkle in their eye.

Riding down the winding mountain trail
In an uncomfortable school bus

Listening to Stevie Wonder 
While laughing as we fall out of our seats
From the impact of each pothole

A little girl looked up to the sky 

“So big and far away, it’s like that, why? 

I don’t know why you are 

The way that you are