life is easy to chronicle but bewildering to practice
in actuality i have nothing to say
no fire has been kindled
i never collapsed and was never gracefully enthusiastic
being myself was never enough
i restrained from evaluating my chances
as i suppressed my furtive yearnings
he said
ghosts gathered in the darkness
my darkness grew as i matured
yet it wanted out
it showed itself in my eyes 2 3 years ago
compared to the poet who ended his life
he who could have known
how easy it is to be thankful for the life granted when someone helps
observing is not enough
life is easy to chronicle but bewildering to practice