there was sickness
in my heart.
even while breathing,
i drowned.
a wise man
found me
and guided me
through it all.
after,
i could heal myself.
i could breathe.
i could play.
i wasn’t
as afraid.
but the wise man—
he fell sick.
doctor, heal thyself,
the world said.
he couldn’t.
and so
he fell off
the pedestal.
everyone rushed to
condemn him.
it was like
god died again
or
i found father
made mistakes
maybe he was a liar
maybe he was a cheat
i don’t know
but i still breathe
the way he taught me
and i’m grateful
i fall back on his advice—
take responsibility
the world is dark.
some people
can shine lights for you
some of the time.
but lasting light
can only come from within.
so it’s not a betrayal
when god dies,
when father
makes mistakes,
or when doctor
can’t heal himself.
every wise man
is just a man
everything,
everyone,
is fallible.
it’s just the nature
of the world.
Calculating happiness:
all the people who make my life better by existing
a tough lesson beautifully portrayed 😢