I want to be angry about my pain

but then I look at your daily struggle.

I seek some validation in my name,

I realize you cannot be my ally.

When yesterday I recognize how just,

almost, cannot be thought of together

while time delivers health to you in jest.

A storm exists swells beyond, but whether

the report might soldier on, the reigns

are held at bay for this speaks wise today.

I cry a lot when I imagine slow

my life has become what now is today

A circus act of scrutiny that fades;

Wild notions value souls so far away