the many trappings

how many of us are locked up somewhere &

it feels as if we will never be free?

how many assorted trappings comprise the world in

which we live? (so much so that it seems a cliché to even mention it)

and how many of us walk the earth

feeling as if the traps in which we ourselves are stuck

may never release us, as if these traps we have stepped in,

we have stepped in alone?

 

it doesn’t take much

to open the eyes when caught in a trap &

to look around at the struggles of others,

noticing that the traps you are in

cannot even compare to some of those around you---

while some may seem unfair to compare

(so easy it would seem for you yourself to get out of them),

some may seem clearly impossible to ever improve &

it leaves one with the wonder as to why there isn’t a much

higher suicide rate amongst us all---

but as fragile as we are as a species

we still keep on fighting,

if for lack of a better reason,

only to prove to ourselves that we can.