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My sister was six. Her friend, nine. And they got along great- like kids who didn't yet know what kind of world they were growing up in. Laughing in the front yard while the sky turned copper, leaves skipping past their sneakers, everything feeling normal for once. I watched them. Too old to join them, too young to understand why I felt so far away from joy that close. They were playing. I was unraveling. They were whole. I was cracked. But for a while, we shared the same light. And for a moment, everything was almost okay.
(P.s. I do not write my poems at the same time I post them. This is a collection that has been in my notebook for years. 🖤)
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catduck
I feel like things will get better. Nothing is ever sunshine and rainbows forever but it can still be a nice sunny day most of the time. When is one the happiest? Is it different for different people? You hear people reminisce fondly about times when they were at a point in their life where when you were at that point you felt numb. And why do we do what is bad for our selves?
real talk, that was rlly well said. it's wild how we can feel so numb in a time that ends up looking golden in hindsight. I think ppl do stuff that hurts just to feel something sometimes. but idk, maybe chasing lil sunny moments is what gets us thru. thank u for being real in ur comment. 💗
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