Poem for Myself

I am a hamster on the wheel,
I am the bird in its cage.
Is this how a wolf would feel?

Is this how a horse feels?

Is this just how life is?

A never-ending loop:

Make money, spend it.

Still feel empty.

Make money, spend it.

Still feel exhausted.

What's the point?

To feel safe?

Why did I work so hard?

Why didn't anyone tell me: don't try so hard cuz none of it matters and nobody really cares.

I hate the victim narrative.

I know I have the power.

But do I have the energy?

Do I have the resources?

And even if I did, does anyone care?

Baby Sammi deserves a second chance.

Everybody has their own gifts, 

their own contributions.

It all fits together,

like a tapestry,

like a mandala, 

each fractal a reflection of the whole.

I am you and you are me. 

Human.

Child.

Ego

Heart.

Spirit.

Temporary soul.