To the ones who wonder why…
Why you try and try and try.
When sometimes living feels like lying.
Freedom in laughter, but not so much crying.
Why does realness often take dying?? :’(
And you long to feel home, while you are living.
Friends who can meet you & are equally giving.
What is it in me that creates my own hell?
Spirit, please help me remember; I’m not always doing so well.
I just need some hope it won’t be like this forever.
Navigating this confusion is THE biggest endeavor!
Why do I suck?
I’m getting tired of being so fucking stuck.
What is the point of all this muck?
I just know, with conviction, there IS more to life
Than ruminations on unworthiness and strife.
So, I’ll keep showing up, leaving no stone unturned.
“She was brave” are the engraved words I wish to earn.
One day, looking back, I have hope it will all make sense.
After learning the lesson, I’ll read this, pausing to laugh and to wince.
And even then as I reflect, I’ll be in some other pain.
But, I’ll feel more empowered as I dance in that rain.
Because I choose to dare again and again and again.