Indeed, I am the pessimist
Who despises all holidays
Celebratory of all things ‘exclusive’
Are they reminder of our flaws,
Where jokes, only for April
Finding ‘extra’ on Thanksgiving
Or when we,
Become ‘changed’ persons by January.
But how many deaths are required
Bitter reminders of our own lives
Grandiose, the next
How many does it take
Fired bullets or ceasing breaths
Will strike us alive
Open our eyes
To see constant appreciation
In both good and bad.
I am victim to such flaws
Wish immune from complaints
And small talks;
In need of a brighter mind
And shoulders bare,
Bear a little lighter
Because why must we carry such heavy weights
Let’s adjust a little
Slow, if need be
In removing our protective armouries.
There are so many simultaneous feelings that have been lingering in me and the overwhelming weight of all such things has been dragging me down. There is a constant battle between pessimistic tendencies overpowering optimism, but why does the news of death cause a sudden reverse (optimism over the other) that in the end, makes me feel more or less guilty. Simply put, I want to find a little more appreciation in life without needing reminders, nor incentives. I feel as though we are all wearing armoury we do not require, bearing weight that is heavier than we really have.