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