This is how I choose to survive
and that is alright.
I will aggressively,
terribly love myself
even if it requires that I harp on
the bad in the world to shine sun inward.
To illuminate the pieces and again hide my cracks/
Because I am the kid with the shadows of palm
trees over my face and
the silhouettes of skyscrapers in blue eyes.
I am the kid with a future of nothing
in the world of nothing.
At least I’m assimilating into this all;
maybe that’s my intent,
As Frosty melts when he’s finally home.
Maybe when the sadness is gone I will be gone too.
Not in death but in life.