I do not know how put this.
But it feels like
The world is falling,
My friends are falling,
And I too, am falling.
It's hard to have a balance.
A balance of reaching out,
Checking in, giving support.
But also drawing back,
Taking a breath, resting my mind.
I'm an avid worrier.
My fatal flaw.
More of a curse
Than a blessing.
I need to get out of the house.
But I'm not allowed.
And yet, frustration fills me.
Everyone else doesn't
Have to follow the rules.
And I fail to hide
How I feel.
I shouldn't, but I want to.
I am so full of anger,
Doubt, worry, irritation.
I must be a good Samaritan.
I mustn't be ignorant.
I must be positive.
I must be compassionate.
I must be conscientious.
And yet,
No one else has to be.
I'm missing out on friendships.
On work.
On education.
I'm just mad that
Nobody else listens.
Everyone chooses ignorance
Over safety and security.
While I suffer their choices.
YOU ARE READING
tremble
شِعرI've decided to start a separate poem book for the heartbreak and brokenness I am experiencing in the world's current situation. The midwest of the United States is suffering in chaos especially, as well as places all over the nation and all over t...
