Hid a Poem on Muni For You
Photo by lubushkin
But he somehow keeps smiling in spite of all that,
While I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad
Oh how selfish of myself to say that it was
more than I could take.
Like it was I couldn’t shake,
Like it could break me with its fingers
Throw my body in the lake and I would slowly sink away
But the truth is it was sorrow that I made
and would not free.
See I keep falling for the future
after tripping on the past
And I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last
Like it defines me or reminds me
That I’ve found comfort in my suffering
And uncertainty in happiness and death.
Because what’s next is such a mystery to me.
I’m terrified of all the things I feel but cannot see.
p.s. This week we also found a cute little drawing hidden on the bus. What did you find on your commute today?
This was so useful for me that i have here.