06/08/2026
"Part of Being"
Patiently awaiting the train to somewhere,
an almost emotionless beginning,
intending a different ending,
circling within itself, born from nowhere.
Falling, sinking—falsely reliable things.
Our wings do tend to heal,
though often we never feel
the quiet mending as it begins.
After all, trauma was never meant to be part of being.
Hope is always within arm’s reach,
“they” say—but who are “THEY”?
Have “THEY” ever truly been afraid?
Maybe that lesson could save “THEM”
from all the truths that “THEY” seek.
-Joshua Goldberg
06-08-2026