I write a lot to clear my mind. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s not. Sometimes words just flow through me and I have to get them out on paper.
I’ve been wanting to share this piece for a long time but I’ve been really scared.
I’m still scared to share it because I don’t know what it is but I really want you to read it.
I think it’s a poem.
It’s called “maybe”.
maybe
maybe we had it and lost it
maybe we never had it
maybe we have to build it from the ruins of the past
we have to understand what works and what doesn’t work
the goal isn’t perfection, it never was
as there is no such thing as perfection
there is only being
and through being we can grow
we can become different
we can mold ourselves to want a better world for everyone
we can mold ourselves to stop caring about only ourselves
we can mold ourselves to seek community over goods, over accumulation
I hope you enjoyed maybe. I think I’ll keep doing these.
❤️
Marcela
Definitely a poem, so now you're a poet too! Keep these coming--very much appreciated it!
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