i know now that every bump in the road
is a cry for help
and every breakdown
was due to a faulty belt

it’s the difficulty of accepting –
that,
it is the way it is
and what about me?

the happy go lucky sort –
talk about building resilience
i just think of trauma
and the weights added to my conscience

and does anxiety –
take away everything you wear?
your cupboards are unlocked –
but nutritionally bare

it is easier for others to seek blame
and to blame others
in turn, othering –
is just tagging another