Poem: Zig Zag

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Zig Zag

Oh no,
things are not all right.
I am not fine.
I am surviving
and preparing
for the day they will be,
even without evidence
that day will come.

for I have seen false dawns before,
and understand fate works
with zig zag lines and with no
concept of time,
laughs at the idea of Karma,
as predictable as weather in the mountains

About this poem

I am normally an encourager, a positive person, a bringer of hope. But if you think I always feel that way, you don’t know humans at all.

Tom

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