you know i try
not to give into the way the world crumbles
not to let the violence that outlines light
outshine a need to feel just, to feel right
but some days my head gets too heavy
and tears fall faster than my eyelids can catch them

you know i try
not to believe in things that seem fickle as luck
not to believe that misfortune can bequeath
the rountine beating, the kicking in of teeth
but some weeks span on without relief to catch a break
my mind weak at the trepidation within a shoe’s drop

you know i try
not to think about life in currency because i feel bankrupt
childhood wishes became an adulthood aimlessness
marked with weight; marked with finesse
that some times i hold my breath longer than I should
an oxygen deprived heart fights hard for life

a lesson i hope i Learn

jurri d.