Repentance not only cures the heart
But also brings one closer to God

My sister cried when her coaches belittled her
She noisily complained
She left and swore never to go back
Her pain so tangible it made my teeth hurt
I wanted to fix it, do anything to make it stop
Anything to get her pain away from me

But I think maybe I was the odd one out
Because when my coaches abused my team for months on end
I never cried
Not once
I kept thinking I could fix it, I could take the pain away
I would push harder, whatever they'd ask,
So long as they stayed


You tell me which of us reacted wrong,
Who was more messed up in the end?

Even the words have dissipated, running down my checks like the last few raindrops of a forgotten hurricane

So I tried to share,
Something beautiful
With even my mother
She's a zombie
Like the rest
Memes,
Few words at a time,
At her best
What will happen?
When we're all illiterate?
When poetry is gone
I believe,
That'll be it
No more humanity,
No more beauty
And that's all I have to say of that.......