until you’re not.
you want to breathe,
until you don’t.
we come out of the womb,
innocent, joyful, excited for the prospects
Of a whole new world.
But it only goes downhill from there.
loss, trauma, pain, depression.
until the true feeling of life sets in.
you want to live everyday over and over,
until your days are filled with more agony than happiness.
we begin life with a fresh, clean plate.
and each day we live, this plate is sullied.
sullied with the pain we experienced that day.
we try to scrub it off, but no matter how much you work at it, there will always be remnants.
you may ask, what about the joy?
that gets covered up by the stains of pain,
As if it had never happened in the first place.
until you don’t care anymore
you’re getting through, day by day
until you just can’t anymore.