A funeral but for the things I have to tell myself sometimes to just breathe.
A eulogy for all the things turreted towards me I thought I could help, or fix, or get back on track but never did.
A pyre lit for all the potential I see in people that they never discovered of themselves burning with the oil made of the pain that has resulted because of this.
What do people do after this?
Lost broken hope,
Every bit deep enough inside themselves just hoping one day it’s a Pandora’s box with someone else opening it thousands of years away unleashing it’s empathy back into light.
If I had hope currently, I’d believe that but it must have gone in with the rest while I wasn’t paying attention.
So I’ll just wait here. Because I’m tired of kind of always just holding it up anyway. I probably deserve a break.