We’re all scared,
fear of the unknown
or something like that.
Not knowing what’s coming,
not understanding what’s been,
standing on the beach,
feet sinking into the hot sand,
wondering why the sunsets
don’t make you marvel any more.
Can’t see forests for trees,
can’t see constellations for stars,
can’t see fear for love,
can’t see love for fear.
Round and around we go,
playing and replaying,
time and time again,
what does it mean to hope?
A new future,
a light to cast the past in shadows,
or just an ember to light
a small speck of the path we’re on?
We’re all afraid of something,
all scared of nothing,
we’re strong and weak-willed,
heads held high and shoulders slumped,
ghosts in the architecture
of our mind palaces
we’ve built on past experiences.
The foundations are shaky
and the walls are close to collapse,
but this is our home, **** it!
Spread some joy,
speak to strangers,
learn about everyone,
question everything
and good heavens be kind to yourself.
This is your universe,
it cares about you.