Deluge

It occurred to me today,
as I stood with broken headphones
hanging off my head,
pulling brown packing tape
around my broken glasses,
in a worn out hoodie
that this is not
the life
of a responsible adult
of a person who has their shit together
of any sort of dignity.

I cannot carry you
if you will not let me.
You cannot carry me
until I consent
to give in.

Life turns out to be
mostly a collection
of people
standing on their own.