Confused and Grateful
Some days I wonder what my life would be like
If I opened the door here
And closed another there
Some days I wonder how the match didn't strike
Yet if I wonder enough
Can I see a new me?
Can I expect any more from this small giving tree?
Some days I wonder at my blessings
Some days I wish to give some away, just to help another's heart
To heal just one in seven billion
of a true broken social art
This poem is about:
Me
Our world