I was told there was a light at the end of the tunnel.
That peace would come to me someday.
That I would eventually be able to breathe.
That the right people will come in the right time.
But the light went out again.
My palpitating heart never ceases.
My breath stays short regardless of long yoga stints.
The right people came and turned away.
When we start a symbol of love and life
And we make that symbol priceless
The day our loyalties shift and bend
Is the day that symbol is reduced to just a few bucks inchange.
The light went out again.
I’m angry at the Universe for showing me what can be
I’m angry at my intuition for its insistence on showing up
As if that something better will ever come.
I want the light back on.