a symphony of stars, a cacophony of wishes.

33 | semblance

Semblance of success
—have my hands held it?
Semblance of grace
—has my soul received it?
Semblance of peace
—my mind cannot attain
Semblance of love
—my body cannot claim

So in my days—
I get a semblance
of death—
a semblance of pain
—a semblance of hate
and a semblance
of failure

In the midst of it all—
where is my semblance
of forgiveness
my semblance
of acceptance
—my semblance
of strength
and my semblance
of faith?

nowhere.