Hello, 37
Crossed a few chasms
to get here, arriving
tired after overworking,
but only in dreams
This year most of
the world walked
a bit in my
self-isolation moccasins
only to grow bored,
burst out of their
pain cages, while I
reinforced mine with stone
We’re all still carrying it
with us, spreading it,
believe me, there are
more than just viruses
floating around;
There’s death
on every corner
and I can’t get out
to tiptoe around it,
I just watch from
various windows,
light candles, cry
Yes, I’m broken,
but my pieces
still pray, my bones
keep urging me
to go on, read
about relocation
until the pangs
of homesickness kick in,
keep aware, (believe me,
I cannot escape this,
I keep trying to just
shut off) keep busy
I cling to the voices
of my brothers and
sisters while others
mourn their brothers
and sisters and I
want to hold them all
but I’m too weak,
and for this I’m sorry,
so sorry for my
premonitions
labeled as products
of negative thinking,
for my warnings,
because God help me,
I didn’t want to be right,
I never want to be right
Believe me, I’m incapable
of lying, and I’m hurting,
but still growing, and
at every age, aren’t we all?
Change happens every single
day and if the odds aren’t
in our favor there will
always be another chance
Today’s another day,
and I can’t bring myself
to celebrate, but I do not
despair my own life
I’m thankful to have it,
and if the end is near,
so be it, I’ll have lived
it the best that I could
Note: It’s been a tradition of mine to write a poem every birthday. I feel like they get sadder & sadder every year, but I can’t help but write what’s in my heart. I’m going to have a good day regardless of everything just like I’ve looked for at least one good thing in every day through everything for the past 12 years. Hello, 37. What do you have for me next?
Thistle Thoughts 