Hyokomi

Bending down to pull me up

From my own pit-had some bad luck;

Out of my mind, must be a trap.

I’ve lost myself. And you’re the map.

I lost the path a while back

And tried to make my own.

Turn left of right, try as I might

The answers are still out of sight

Calendar exes appear on my heart

and loneliness-a form of art.

The brush of time and paint of gray…

I never thought I’d see the day.

Low-flying comments and high-rise glances

Graced me as I went to classes.

A two act show my life became:

Survive the grind, and deal with shame.

But oh, one day, the sun broke through.

And all my confidence was made anew.

A drop of real in the insincere sea:

Thank you for being you, Hyokomi