Chin Up
A Reminder Poem
It’s getting harder to
keep my chin up
with the weight of the world pulling it down.
I see the cracks in the pavement,
the dirt and discarded things.
Gutter water seems like an ocean in which I could drown.
It’s hard to look up when the sun seems too bright.
I’ve been in the dark so long,
I’ve become aversive to the light.
I left an ember sparking in me,
to help me warm my bones and soul.
That little spark has started to ignite.
The sunlight lifts my chin and frames its rays like a crown,
I feel that warmth surround me
and remember I don’t always have to look down.
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Josey Pickering
Autistic, non-binary, queer horror nerd with a lot to say.
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Here’s to looking up
"The sunlight lifts my chin and frames its rays like a crown" - such beautiful lines, Josey.