An Absence

While everywhere around me

seems a chaotic journey.

I can’t help thinking that

somehow I might lose my way.

We all seem to be climbing

this long ladder of despair.

Each rung representing a hurdle.

I feel like I honestly

walk around in a daze,

realizing everything true,

is happening around me.

I wake up in the morning,

the world still exists.

I’ll go to bed tomorrow night

with a mindful mystique,

concerns, curiosity, trauma.

I can only hope that somehow

we’ll make it through

this terrifying reality.

I guess I can start by trying to

pray a little bit every day.

Somehow, I wish to pretend

this all as a dream,

call it a nightmare if you like.

I’ll breathe a kindness as I sleep.