Up is down
And down is up. God is real
To me. And doesn’t exist
To others. I pray
And God does not answer. Others pray
And seem to know.
Up is down
And down is up.
I have too much.
Others don’t have enough. I am stuffed
Others hungry.
My heart aches and others seem to dance,
always dance.
They say I am a good mother
I believe otherwise.
They say he was a good man,
I say bad, very bad.
We have everything but we feel empty.
Good and bad
Up and down.
What is?
What is not?
