How bad does one's life need to be
for it to be considered vital for change?

At what cost do we wake up and realize
that we deserve more happiness
than we are allowing ourselves?

Humans can store mountains high of sadness
and regret and grief and anger and longing
and nostalgia and tears
and the bitter cold of hate
and still wake up with nothing to show for it

We get by on our brave faces
and comfort places
so that no one will notice
and no one will ask

By Chloe Elizabeth