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like a weight on your chest
acknowledge when it’s not yours to carry
just because it is heavy

preserve strength for the moments that matter
seek understanding in
the things you cannot change

for you have many, many years left
to do many, many great things
and there is no space in the cabin
for someone else’s luggage

169

the unfortunate luck of being unlucky
in both what you control and what you can’t
I wonder which is harder to accept

I’ve been told a lot of my life that
luck pulses out of my fingertips
a magnetic field of good fortune
even as a child, I grew
believing my luck to be so

nature versus nurture
what if it was only
the belief in being positive
that made me this way?

what if the magic of being lucky
is in believing it exists at all?

168

backseat driver
we cruise through life and think that we are responsible 
for everything that happens
for all the doors we don’t open
for all the windows we close

sometimes I feel so much for the way things were
a sense of loneliness that only I seem to recall
I listen to old songs
I watch the same movies, trying
to hold onto something I can’t touch

time passes
whether we acknowledge it or not
and all we can do is keep driving

166

spaghetti strap-sized scolding
girls used to get sent home for
their sunburnt shoulders

why would we make it so easy to ogle
why would we make it so worth looking at

how often were we taught that
someone else’s wandering gaze
was our fault



161

the strangest routines are now commonplace
my favourite snacks, delivered to door
no one comes to visit
new voices introduced through headphones
waving goodbye to the computer screen

how has time lapsed like
the world’s fastest stopwatch
you’d swear it was rigged
you’d swear this is ordinary

160

a lonely ghost
a light, flickered out
the one I left on for you
how often do we wish upon people
that do not wish for us

when do we turn out the lights
and walk away from the dark
on our own volition
upon belief that ghosts only haunt us
when we keep them around

158

step ladder dreams
of moving up in the world and somehow
not feeling bigger.

what is growth without acknowledgement
of what you’ve left behind
saying goodbye to the people you used to be
and opening doors for the people behind you

how happy will we be
when we reach the coveted top
and the sky is blue
and the velvet rope tapers off
the success, palatable in the air
and you end up celebrating alone?

remember the worlds you lived before this
stay humble in your pursuit
and leave the door wide open.

157

some nights when the cold wind calms
the cars stop honking
people kiss goodbye
I imagine all the ways 
my dreams are just too full
aspirations just out of reach

maybe this wasn’t meant for me
perhaps I wasn’t cut from this cloth
the wheels screech
my mind goes silent

I wonder why it is
we stop when every light is green