calamity.

expectations

and rigged ideas of normalcy

weigh us down like anchors on a sinking ship,

passengers confined to flooding suites.

there is only one path to succes,

the rest remains untold

untaught

unexposed

you are a beautiful woman, they shout

boys don’t cry, they whisper

do not row the same broken boat,

you are better

brighter

breathtaking

our hearts hold tsunamis of emotion,

but our walls are built too high

and too strong

i will not let you in

“kids these days”, they mumble

they don’t know the half of it

but i thank them for their anchors

#poetry