deep impact

Rummaging through a life of

forced dreams and

corporate machines

for a Unicorn called Happiness.

It fills me after helping people.

Witnessing the moment

when their eyes spark

I’ve helped pay the light bill

knowledge is the currency

Receiving credit doesn’t matter;

they’ve usually forgotten me.

What’s left with them is the residue

of a ghost saddened by the world

but allows the burden to sit on her

tired shoulders as she drifts

in and out of people’s lives

sometimes giving unsolicited advice

even if she can’t live up to her own

unreasonable standards.

29 years bitter, but there’s still a

reservoir of hope that stays hidden

Guarded from being stolen.

I still believe in doing good.

I still believe in being a

catalyst for change.

I

still

believe.

and it depresses the hell outta me.