Quicksand

The days blend,

and there’s nothing to mend.

The sun will shine,

and everything is fine,

or fined.

Money is green,

people are mean.

I don’t feel seen,

or lean.

The world goes on,

and some days I sing a little song.

Humming through the stages of life,

I’m pretty enough to be a wife.

The days blend,

it’s like they never end.

Is this bliss?

Or is there something to miss?

The answers escape me,

I find peace in we,

and love in He.

I don’t know what I don’t know.

I guess that’s just how you grow.

Go.

Misdirected (Istanbul, 2024)