By Ashley O’Hare
Maybe I had this coming.
If everything happens for a reason,
then I must have done something
to anger the cosmos.
Mindlessly meandering through life
has gotten me nowhere.
Living vicariously through others
has become downright depressing.
They tell me to embrace the pain—
that the grass is greener on the other side,
but my feet are burning on these hot coals
and the other side is just a vicious void.