One fine day
I woke up,
worried,
I used to be
worried about
losing,
my parents,
my home, my
job, my money,
my self,
myself.
I used to be
worried about
finding,
a few extra years
to live, some
new friends, myself
homeless, and
occasionally, love.
And since then
not a single day
has passed
when I was not.
When “one fine day” comes our way, won’t we be pressed to worry as well? (We welcome Rajtilak to our crazy congress of Contributing Poets with this submission. Read more of his madness on his new page – check it out.) – mh clay
Everything was meant to be broken;
hearts,
dreams,
homes,
realities,
and even the darkest nights into
the first light of dawn.
From any shake and shatter, something new can come. – mh clay
I have lost
so many things
to life that
now, I wonder,
if even I
belong to myself
anymore.
Yeah! Do we ever? – mh clay
