your sadness is not poetic
your truth is not spilled in metaphors or alliterations
you are full of sorrow and anger yet you feel empty
sometimes you are light
other days the cracks between the darknes —are the only light you see
you are thriving even though some days you only feel existence
you are existing in an environment that does not breathe in life
you are having been denied a chance, yet finding place—
the hopelessness does not—make you encounter a kind of found poets speak of
you are activist sparked for change
you are learning organizer
you are finding love unconventionally
you are finding a voice
yet some days you are silent.
not in a bystander type of silence
but processing type of silence
silence that speaks more than art itself.
you are living. you are existing. you are light.
today, you are, and sometimes that is more than enough.