Saturday, March 15, 2014

This Is It

I cull from my memory
the experiences of my youth.
The happiness, the playfulness, the joy-
all that belongs to the fortunate child.

A stark contrast to my adolescence-
the sheer black of bleak depression,
the restless bouts of anxiety,
physical pain radiating through muscles,
lethargy only the damned can know.

We may not know what the future holds,
but sometimes there is an inkling
that things may never change,
never develop into goodness,
never evolve into grace.


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