I wave my hand in the air and there go the years, can’t remember too many days that didn't contain tears
Yes I know my blessings, and I have been cursed, so we don't need to fight to see who has it worse
Still I can dream of the peace, and have no shame, see the light in this darkness, let it ignite my flame
Hell, I certainly can’t last in the stagnation of this, these times they have drained every ounce of my bliss
Now I lie my head down too tired to get up, my heart gazes across time to can see the fullness of my cup
What a strange funny world I circle around, bouncing through the lost, waiting to be found
Correcting yesterdays plans with tomorrows desire, while getting lost in the constant and scorched by the fire.
Karen Maria Schleifer
5/2022