If there is anything I’ve come to understand, it’s that we cause more problems for ourselves than we do happiness. It’s hard to turn away sometimes and it’s hard to build ourselves upwards instead of downwards. Even if it is unwittingly. This poem was written for all the times we may have dragged ourselves to ruins, and as a testament to changing that fact.
We, as humans, ruin ourselves.
We purposefully, run towards the ruins
in hopes that they will swallow us
with arms wide open
and give us the love we truly want.
We tell ourselves
that the ruins are better
than the pain and
oftentimes forget
that the pain is caused
by the ruins.
The ruins are a tidal wave
that only ever constantly drag us down.
The only problem being:
We do not resist.
We welcome the ruins
because just for a moment,
we feel alive.
Before the ruins grasp us,
we realize that we are alive
and capable of feeling.
Yet, we ask ourselves
why we are constantly in pain.
