I have certainly had worse days
and some of them felt like this one,
like the world was sneering at me
and my feeble attempts at competence
while also crushing every good moment
for others as well in a tempo of
damage increasing worldwide.
Here I am thinking I’m mired
in yet another catastrophe
that in the long run will be minimal
compared to what will be true misery
for so many others.
I should be thankful instead
for such small problems as these
that feel like knives now,
like scalpels cleaving into me.
I pull it together.
When this is done,
what will I have left?
relief; I hope as well
that if I am worthy
I can rest in the knowledge
that I did my part
to brush aside my own pain
and do what I could
to pull those less fortunate
from the teeth
of this sneering world.