Tag: existential

Some days I wake

with a crushing doubt

with a throat

full of tears

with my mouth

in a pout

with the weight

of my age

with the loss

of life’s meaning

with my thoughts

full of fears

that I’ve simply

been being

with questions

of purpose

and answers elusive

soon lost in my shadows

downcast and reclusive

an ego so fragile

so blind to the truth

that finding life’s meaning

is a fruitless pursuit

it’s living each day

the best that I can

it’s patience

compassion

and lending a hand

it’s not in what greatness

I hoped to achieve

it’s not in some mark

I was hoping to leave

it’s simply in loving

in trying to be good

in leaving things better

in knowing I should

It’s lifting myself

from the dregs and the doldrums

and reminding myself

of all I’m beholden

It’s finding the strength

when choked by self-doubt

to rise to the challenge

of casting gloom out

to remember I’m loved

to remember I am

to attend good and sad days

and meaning be damned