Poetry

Whatever Happens

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Whatever happens, does. What doesn’t was never meant to be. There’s nothing more to it and if you try to dig deeper, solace will run the other way.

We’re told to question everything, to be skeptical. Well, I am. Skepticism is in my blood, along with doubt. Anxiety is my motor and I am awake.

What is sleep? It’s a five letter word that rhymes with ignorance. No it doesn’t.

And so, whatever happens always has. We do because we always have.


Photo by Yohann LIBOT

4 comments on “Whatever Happens

  1. This poem weirdly makes me feel good.

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  2. I recently got back into blogging and using WordPress again and I saw your blog in my ‘reader’ feed yesterday and recognised it straight away- quality content, as always!

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