Enveloping Darkness [ Poetry ]

For My Younger Self

You were young,
much younger than we are now. 

We lacked a sense of self,
a sense of safety.

In a world full of love,
we never seemed to make the cut.

It never made sense,
did it?

All those bad things that kept finding their way into our life.

From the drugs to the deaths, to the unwanted pain.

But guess what, kid?

In the end,
through it all,
we make it out alive.

2024 - t.v