Why stay, when to breathe polluted air is to condemn your lungs?
Why stay, when to walk on hot coals ensures that every next step will burn?
If we, as people, seek water,
why do we always land at a mirage?
And why do we stay?
Why do we continue to hold boulders on our shoulders when we know that’s how our back will break?
Why do we look at the sun?
Hello.
Are you awake?
Now, are you sure?
Completely
sure?
Every day we breathe
inhale
are they short gasps that come and go before you can manage to say that it is
okay?
because it is okay
I hope I've told you this. I know I've told you this. I know I'm sappy and being too sugary can make us sick, but it's Thanksgiving, 2024, and our first one to say the least.
they dream of white christmases
white as the bleeding hearts drooping by the summer window
stolen from their vine as a child’s breeze tumbles by
Comments
I absolutely love this poem!! :)
Me too!!
thank u so much!!!!
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