Today is World Poetry Day, and though this isn’t quite as elegant as my college writing, it is very raw and real to me. Grab some coffee and enjoy (or don’t, it’s not too upbeat).
It is much too much
To leave this bed, enveloped in your love and reminded of your life
Not because I’m sad
But because of the simple weight of the fragility of this world
Too heavy on my mind, swirled and twirled
It is when I am the happiest
When things are going well, too well, so well that my heart may burst
When I feel too heavy
Who I love, who I am, and who loves me, feels much too much
As if I am dying now, as such.
I write for more time
To pretend hopeful for a future I know won’t be there
So fragile, so unsure
is Tomorrow and Life. I am not done, that much I know
Yet here I sit, willing my will to go.