everyone has the right to crisis at this age
of what the hell we're doing
if any of it matters
so i understand
because i have to explain why studying history matters to the world
and explain how it makes money, rather than how it makes me happy with knowledge
i have to reassure myself all of my work is hopefully not for nothing
because the whole world is on fire and our sweet earth is dying
and keep working for the future even as hard as my brain may be weakened
i have to look at my rose tinted future and truly wonder
if I would corrupt a child just like i was broken
if I would be a terrible mother who would make a child doomed
i will never place that on one so small because i was once that small when i was doomed
i know its pain and its consequence
and i must hope even when the sobs break my silence and emotions burn my logic
because hope, as cliche as it may sound,
is the only thing i have left
and may hope answer your crisis
and soothe your flaring mind
a poet's confessional 