poetry from the soul ▪︎ wabi-sabi

17

in about
an hour
and a quarter
i will turn
17

and i've been
wondering
how strange
a time it is
to age

the world seems
to be in its
worst state
a crumbling
foundation

and in my thinking
i cannot get mind
to linger from thinking
this is a dream
a novel
a movie

and just like in every
good story line
there is a conflict
something challenging
the other

person vs. person
person vs. self
person vs. fate
person vs. society
person vs. technology
person vs. nature
person vs. unknown

wouldn't this be the greatest story?
the most heartbreaking,
captivating,
intriguing,
attention-grabbing,
mind-blowing story?

all the unimaginable
has become reality
and i've settled
on the fact that
we are facing
every single conflict
ever imaginable
in a plot

people turning against people
people struggling mentally, physically...
karma reminding us of what we owe
society reprimanding humankind
human minds failing to beat technology
nature fighting to survive us
cowardice from the great unknown

this is real.
not a dream.
and i will be
17.

what a time it is
to be young
healthy
privileged
fortunate
and
blessed

i don't have
a good memory
and i don't remember
last year's birthday
but
i have a feeling
this one
will not be
so easy to
forget