Friday, November 4, 2022

What has happened, 
where did all the joy go? You tell yourself: 
you are not a victim. 
This is life for everyone. 
Suck it up. 
But it doesn't change the way you feel. 
They say that it will pass, and I think we will too, 
because of the severity of our rigid views. 
But maybe in the meantime, 
I can hope to be the same again, 
I can hope to feel the joy of the sun on my skin, 
or feel nostalgia when the clouds cry rain; 
I can wish to be surrounded by kindness 
and not dismissal, 
and I can pray that all of it passes, all but us. 

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