Life doesn’t always
make the least bit of sense.
Sometimes you can predict
how your efforts will go,
sometimes you’re surprised
by an unexpected word or
gesture or look and
your whole world turns
on a fidget spinner before
coming to rest in a place that looks
both like and unlike where
you were standing moments ago,
a place that is the same but
brighter
clearer
lovelier
The hole fills up
the clouds burn away
the sea calms
You never know
when it will get better;
you may as well stick around
for when it does
This is how
you keep holding on.
This is an excerpt from the book of poetry, this is how you live, available in both ebook and paperback form.
(Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash)
