Living by Default

A poem for myself, yourself and for all

Living by default—
dead by choice.
My body still functions,
but my mind only lives
in writing.

So I write.

I write my sorrow,
my joy,
my confusion,
my truth.

And I won’t stop.

The world has to know.
What happened.
How it happened.
Why I am the way I am.

Because if it doesn’t,
then this earth is already dead.

And the tiniest chance—
the smallest hope
of ever getting better—
will be flushed
down the toilet.