Suffer
A Poem
It is as they say.
Find your passion, and the rest will follow.
How hard it is to be alive without such a feeling.
That perfect click. That reason to shine.
Then what about us? The ones that look and look.
Always seeking, never finding.
Cudgels we are.
There to do a job. Punch in, Punch out.
Microwave dinners.
Soulless, depthless food. Soulless, depthless life.
Or is it?
So easy to believe such a track. We aren’t the star, then who the hell we are.
Seeking defines us. Little blips of glory.
But it is more than that.
Showing up matters.
Being there matters.
Time matters. It is summative. It is unforgeable.
There is iron in presence.
How easy it is to flutter, how much harder to stay and suffer.
To take the beatings, and bear the pain.
So someone else can smile and say, I found it.
I made it.
All by myself, again.
