we look
and search
we spend years running
from jobs
from lovers
from cities
from destinies
not knowing what
or where
will root us to this world
we are looking for Purpose
with a capital “P”
to please this society
drunk off fear
with a hard-on for dreams being followed
so we stand on rooftops
shouting into the black of night
“i’m here!
let me be here!”
we ask the stars for answers
we spend days trusting the current
going with the stream
listening to those who tell us to trust
and other days growling at sunshine
cursing the moon
hoping clouds will appear and cover her up
because it’s just too much to bear
this light
when nothing feels light at all
we don’t need it to be simple
we don’t need it to be easy
we just wish it wasn’t so hard
so we grit the white of our teeth
and swallow cheap wine
hoping we will wake up tomorrow
and it will all be worth it
~
Author: Annabelle Blythe
Image: Author’s Own
Editor: Nicole Cameron
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