the cosmos just wants to wake you up.

a poem about how we cannot control what life deals us but our reactions are pawns we play.

Photo by Jeremy Perkins on Unsplash

the pictures on the wall fell down

and i refuse to put them back up.

i have always welcomed change

because it hurts more than it heals

but i’ve been viewing it all wrong.

i’m ready to invite disarray my way

without assuming the chaos is bad.

we cannot control what life deals us

but our reactions are pawns we play.

energy never dissipates completely

so even when those we love go away

the truth is that they are still here —

simply existing in a brand new way.

if the world hands me more travesty,

i will thank the skies for another day

and have a conversation with my pain.

i will ask it, “hey, how are you today?

and how long do you plan to stay?

is there anything i can get you?

a glass of water? are you okay?”

i sit with my emotions nowadays