Hello poetry website:
I need to complain and cry on an imaginary shoulder
as I tire from all the deadlines and expectations
to be a parent, and husband
employee and student, 6’5” and 310 lbs
I feel I fail
and will only fall
yet, each day I awake with hope in my heart
that this will be the one
that moment when I become ‘normal’
when I no longer beat myself up about eating habits
or care if my hair is mussed
when I no longer live confused and frustrated
masking mediocrity with marijuana
looking back at life as a ******
as the only time when things were clear
Is this all life offers?
Am I to forever experience longing?
my plight is not unique
or special
it only holds any importance at all
because it is mine