And so the poem goes
left
to
right.

Your eyes try to follow
as words enter your veins
through to the heart.
A key to universal questions
you unlock cages married in riddles.

The floor inches away
your feet are weightless.
Toes wiggling in delight
like a new love
making contact with the eye.

The sun gets brighter
as your breath gets shorter
and you cry.

With the full scope of life
joy to sorrow and back again,
this poem of simple words
captures you
and sets you free.

And so the poem ends
left
to
right.

And your toes come down
to tickle grass.

Am I needed here, on this planet?
I question myself this every morning, every night.
I then see my mom and dad, their silly jokes and big smiles,
my sister on a call missing out on all of this fun, saying how badly she wants to join us, and I think to myself,
Why am I sad? Is it because I'm mad, or me just being paranoid on things that are bad,
I feel depressed. Am I depressed?
I don't get it, it's too complicated. It's confusing.
It's noisy, then it's all silent.
Its okay. It is going to be alright.

I'm gonna be worth it.

These words are for me,
For I'm the one who's hurting,
I'm just healing myself.

Do not be angry with me
For I will come to you soon
Without the help of the moon
Sky roads are impossible to see