I do wish I could be pretty
I wish effort didn’t feel like two weeks of starvation and shackled weights on my ankles.
I’m dragging myself around with wishful thinking.
Someday I’ll feel lighter again.
And taking a breath won’t feel so labored.
That’s what I wake up for.
To know that fleeting feeling again.
But not of the past, something new.
Something I don’t know anymore.
See I love changes.
I love the promise of rebirth and even death is a welcoming concept.
I like the seasons washing away the past.
I like the present.
I like the ticking away of time.
And years from now, finding this a far off memory.
I like possibilities.
I search for them everywhere.
Even though I can’t find them
I’m looking where I can’t see.
And I know they’ll find me.