1 May 2021

Singular

I want to do so much

But I'm afraid

that my tries worsen the trauma

that my cries will strike a nerve

that my effort is burdensome

Navigating this world that has been built by the hands and thoughts of so many

Where is there room for me to carve out my place?

To lay the foundation in place where we can all be happy

Maybe my attempts are futile

But they stay more useless the more they exist only in my head

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