Poem: Carry On

If you must carry on,

give your Self the tools,

it is worth all the while.

Place your worries here,

inside of the coffin,

rise from the dead, now

create more often.

Here’s your second chance,

or perhaps, it is your third,

the wind is swiftly calling,

why haven’t you heard?

There is trouble on the mainland,

yet is it absurd –

to feel so at peace

while the old world burns?

-angie m.v.