BE

crushing weight presses from all sides

a storm of expectations lies in wait from every angle

worries fill all of the corners

                       but I will be me

        clouds evaporate in the sun irregardless of the weather

       heads raise to the sound of a song impossible to ignore

      somehow everything will work out

     it always does

I am optimistic

I know who I am

   That is all that matters.

 

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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