I picked up a pen again
I picked up a pen again
I placed it to paper
And it’s kept me sane
Relatively
The past year poked a hole
In my boat
And future began filling the boat
And my buckets aren’t big enough
To scoop the water out
I began the year with arrogance
I would fill it with fulfillment
And the tunnel looked so short
I ended the year humbled
I was slapped in the face with futility
My brain was once my pride
But last year it betrayed me
It stabbed me with an obsidian knife
Inserting the darkness within the stone
Into myself
And being became exhausting
The boat’s gone
And I’m lying on my back
Waiting for my boyant breath in my lungs to leave
And for me to go under
But my family kept pulling me onto their life raft
And I hope their arms stay strong
And the water stays weak
And
I picked up a pen again
I placed it to paper
And it’s kept me sane
Relatively