what the world wants

what the world wants

the world says I hurt
I do

the world wants me to feel bad
but I don’t

the world wants me to hide
but I won’t

the world doesn’t want me to acknowledge
but I will

the world doesn’t want me to heal
but I will

the world doesn’t want me to love
but I do

the world says I’m bad
but I’m not

the world wants me to acknowledge
I do

the world wants me to feel bad
I do

the world says I hurt
I do

—at some point early in The Year of Grief