Sadness

Endless sadness

I know why I am sad

My helplessness

Lost dreams

Overwhelming feelings

of failure

As a parent

As a scholar

As an activist

As a person

I’m tired of pretending

When that feeling of wanting to die just never completely goes away

And I seem to be out of hope for a better future

But I pick myself up anyway

Perhaps

Because I still have hope I might make the future better for someone else

And maybe enjoy a few moments along the way

And perhaps

It’s not about improving my life

But living my life