So Loved

You know that you are so loved —
By whom? Just by God
And my mom?

A cruddy quinzaine poem for MLMM’s Saturday Mix. I’d like to try to write another one, but that’s where my mind’s at. Like, maybe there are 2 other people besides God and my mom (but they didn’t fit in the poem). Overall, people don’t care. Unless you say that you want to die, and even then I don’t think they care, so much as they don’t want to feel like they let someone die.  I don’t really want to die right now; it’s just the depression is horribly symptomatic (and has been for, like, years).

3 thoughts on “So Loved

  1. “Non io, ma Dio.” [Carlo Acutis]
    No matter how deeply we suffer, the laws of Nature will not be changed:
    A fireplace won’t give you heat if you don’t add firewood first.

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