Maybe?

…maybe I’ll just “be.”

In this new reality

Where life barely allows me to breathe

Where I rarely pray on my knees

Where the trees and the flowers let me have a glimpse of make-believe

Maybe being alive and healthy

Should be good enough for me

Reaching for something outside of that feels like a fantasy

…or maybe I rather dream.

Than live in the world I see

Then strive for things unseen

Living in the clouds of my fantasies

Soothes the trials I face and keeps my head held high

The sky can be the limit for good, but life seldom complies

…or maybe I’ll choose to be happy despite the rain that comes my way

On all my good and bad days

I’ll remain forever hopeful for a better day