This is our new normal
flailing in our pools of anxiety,
searching for a way out
of this maze we've been placed in.
Others have been granted
privledge within the perplexity,
lights guiding their way
while their victories taunt us.
The blindfolds we're born with
are tied tightly by others
that they may forge ahead
before we stumble at their doorways.
The cold callous cages,
never for us to find the keys,
lock us from our potential
rarely to break free.
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Sitting Here Thinking (2020-2022)
PoetryPoetry of varying subjects and construction, the second of three. Written while sitting anywhere, lost in thought about everything and anything. Accolades: #1 Thought Provoking 2/26/2020 #1 Self-Reflection 3/22/2020 #1 Creative Writing 7/24/2020 #3...
