I am the blessed
in this blackened world
where violence reigns over love.
I am the fortunate
to not even comprehend
the pain that screams and shouts.
The loved, the appreciated,
cherished am I,
and my heart beats out of my ribs
to think of people who have never had
of what I have and how I’ve lived.
I am so sorry
for not realizing that this gift
has been with me this whole time.
My tears are meaningless
for I have been blessed
with a life so utterly sublime.
Do I know how to cry?
Do I deserve my tears?
This is a first world problem,
thankfully, my dear.