sobpoesia
Sep 19, 2022

I have never given much of a thought
to whom I might become
to the dreams I could have pursued
to the goals I ought to set.

I have, however,
prepared myself
to let the trauma overcame
to let the darkness win
to the moment I would finally give up.

I have survived more times than I can actually count,
I am here despite it all
and tomorrow seems undeniable.

So who am I to become?
So what are my dreams?
So which goals do I set?
Am I worthy of a thought
a dream or a goal
will I be here tomorrow
or will yesterday finally catch up?

-sbps.

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