mornings

the sun is out
but the wind is cold

i go to work
every day
and struggle
with the guilt

i’m not convinced

anything will really change

i’m not sure how
to get rid of all this extra
weight i’m carrying

that’s not a metaphor

i find myself crying

for no apparent reason

other than i’m crying

for all the reasons

i’m willing to do the work

if you’d only ask

there are so many
conversations
and no one is listening
can someone please listen?

we have work to do

so much work

the nights are restless

the light outside my window

angles between the cracks

there are so many things 

floating in the air