Sometimes I cry
when it feels as if
I am the only one
who can see the forest
for the trees
when the plight of the homeless
is enough to drop me
to my knees
to issue a prayer of thanks
for all of my blessings
and a prayer of asking
that no one should have
to live like that
on
the
freakin
streets
on cold (or hot) nights
(alone) or with children.
Sometimes I cry
when family and friends
just don't seem to understand
how or why I won't live my life
according to their command
or demand
I am the bird that I am
beautiful and free
please don't try to hold me
in the cage you've
designed for me.
Sometimes I cry
because life does not go
according to script
and as soon as I think
I'm learning all the lines
someone wants to rewrite it.
Sometimes I cry
because the me that I
see
does not seem to be
what you see
and sometimes
in opposite fashion
sometimes what you see
seems way too grand
to be
lil ole me.
Sometimes I cry
because it just seems
as if
everything should make sense
by now
but it doesn't
and since nothing makes sense
I'm having trouble figuring out
which way to turn
to see what I must learn
so I lash out
because I'm angry
that I need to turn to
others for help
they are unable to provide
because I have to decipher
the mysteries of life
on my own
yet I am also angry
because they are unavailable
though I know that is
selfish
of me
I never claimed to be perfect
we are all works in progress.
Sometimes I cry for each
of the reasons above
Today
I
cry
for
them
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