Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Finding Myself

In 2021, I was someone else.
All I wanted was a few seconds
of sanity, peace
before the ending.

The sky was filled with
jumbled constellations
with missing stars
that didn't make sense.

Maybe I was naive,
but I thought the world
should be kind.

I've learned the world
doesn't owe me any more
than a chance to breathe.

The rest is there
for me to find.

 

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