Frustrations Collide

Frustrations run high, Hands thrown in the sky, Exclaiming WHY?! Eyes seemingly blind, Knowledge eluding the mind, Searching endlessly to find… Purpose… Belonging… Joy… Are my eyes open or closed Is this blindness chosen, or superimposed? Ears plugged up, pinching my nose… Ignorance often begets a whine, But is it yours or is it mine?… Read More Frustrations Collide