The cerise-rose sun fuels me on days when it’s difficult
to get out of bed,
when everything feels like, damn, is it even worth it,
you see, the human psyche isn’t designed
to question the cosmos,
it consists of broken bits and pieces of glass that pierce
when one attempts to probe,
oh how fragile we, as a species, truly are–
but you are already aware of that, aren’t you?
I thought so.
Oh no, this fervour is calling out to me once more,
what’s going on,
pastel blue flowers in the dusk convince me otherwise,
but in vain,
they forget I am guilty of smiling
every time there is thunder in the distance,
it’s rather beautiful to be unafraid,
to embrace the light and dark without feeling
it has taken me years to realize that I am capable.
The world isn’t half as pretty as they make it out to be,
in movies and books
where characters sweep you off your feet
with a monologue,
what a waste of potential— I’d rather they sift
through reality with a microscope
and teach us how to face problems instead of
embroidering tea green fantasies
into our brain,
now that is something the world is in dire need of,
now that is something the world is
in dire need of,
darling, this is my confession, when the world drowns
in slumber, I lie awake
until dawn mapping out what my heart yearns
to accomplish, it’s just the way it is, what’s going on? Tell me.
Photo credits: Pinterest
Posted for Susan’s Inaugural Prompt @What’s going on?