To understand one’s suffering

To understand one’s suffering

Is to understand our own,

Knowing causes pain—

But still with hope we try

To understand one’s suffering

Is to be on their side, regardless

Of the awful many cuts

Through the tenderness of night—

Their aim is (not) to heal

But still with hope we lie,

To understand one’s suffering(…)

Like fruit picked from a vine.

This is me trying to be o.k.

I am trying to be o.k.

Thinking about young souls who’ve past.

Contemplating Cancer’s reasons.

Sometimes hearts just stop.

This is me, trying to be o.k.

Not that young anymore.

Grey hair no longer a curse,

but more of a blessing – there is beauty in age.

For now, I am o.k.

As for tomorrow, history

seems to shrug it’s shoulders

leaving me out of the loop.

And I’m o.k. with that.

This is me trying to be o.k.

 

 

Saying Goodbye.

It’s been like beating a dead horse.

From day one, it just wasn’t there.

But we often emote like light through a diamond.

We listen to fortune tellers.

And cosplay for our own reasons.

But bloody knuckles aren’t more than bloody knuckles.

I’ll admit, saying goodbye was never my strong suit.

So for the sake of getting shit done.

The horse, long since buried.

I’ll say hello one more time.

Hello!

And now I’m saying goodbye.