Lucky

I am lucky.

 

There are things

that are mine

that others don't have.

 

Healthcare.

Family.

Home.

Dreams.

Car.

Education.

Freedom.

Future.

 

All these are

mine.

Not everyone

has them.

Some people have

other things 

that I don't. 

Things I don't have

and 

don't want.

 

Pain.

Loss.

Hunger.

Cold.

Exposure.

Homelessness.

Hopelessness.

 

I know this.

I know that I am

lucky.

This knowledge

makes me

sad.

Grateful.

Determined to

make

a change.

 

I will change things.

 

I am lucky.

But I will not

take that 

for granted.

I will not

stop there

and be content

with

what I

have.

 

I will not

be content

until what is mine

is not mine,

but ours.

I will not

be content until

my blessings

are the

blessings of

everyone.

Until everyone

is lucky.

 

Because these

blessings

shouldn't be

blessings.

They shouldn't 

be for the 

privileged few.

They should

be for

everyone.

And I will 

be 

damned

if I leave this world

without doing my

absolute best

to see that happen.

 

I am lucky.

I am not complacent.

I am not satisfied.

I will not be satisfied

until being "lucky" 

isn't lucky. It's

normal.

Comments

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741