A Little Bit Of Sunshine

Every time I look at my body It’s as if it’s the first time There are new lines, new spots I don't recognise It’s strange, being a stranger to yourself Alien to your skin Entire parts of me, hidden for others to find  The lines of my back like a map I can never read,  Remind me that this is just a vessel Carrying far more important cargo A vehicle I traverse through time with Soft, changing, impermanent

Today I'd like to revisit a poem I wrote a few years ago, titled  Workless .  I wrote it when I was 22 years old, when I was lost and confused – I had no idea what to do with my life. I looked all around me and projected my fears onto others... Thinking how I was terrified to become like them, with broken dreams and diverted plans. I was so afraid of falling short of my aspirations, that I saw failure everywhere I went. Now I understand... that no one who gets up every single day and commits to any job or pursuit (no matter how small) could ever be considered a 'failure'. As you grow older, your dreams change and evolve, just as you do. Not to mention, life has a habit of getting in the way. I've come to understand that success is about trying and learning, and revising what you thought was right for you.  In the poem, I was referring to the sorrow one feels when they're not where they wanted or planned to be. It's a normal and relatable human experience. But I...