I
try,
.
a
n
d
.
try,
.
a
n
d
.
try . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
t
o
–
–
–
assemble
.
a
n
d
.
align
.
t
h
e
.
lies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
I
cannot
arrive
.
a
t
.
the
reasons
why . . .
–
–
.
.
.
f
o
r
–
–
–
I
seek
.
b
u
t
.
cannot
find . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
seek
.
b
u
t
.
cannot
find,
.
.
o
r
.
.
divide
.
t
h
e
.
lines . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
cannot
–
–
find
.
o
r
.
divide
.
t
h
e
.
lines . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
b
u
t
–
–
–
I
believe
–
–
I
would
–
–
rather
.
b
e
.
blind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
would
–
–
rather
.
b
e
.
blind,
.
a
n
d
.
at
times
surprised . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
than
bitter
.
a
n
d
.
unkind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
s
o
–
–
–
I
try . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
try
.
t
o
.
assemble,
.
a
n
d
.
align
.
t
h
e
.
lies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
try
.
t
o
.
assemble,
.
a
n
d
.
align
.
t
h
e
.
lies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
I
try
.
t
o
.
assemble,
.
a
n
d
.
align
.
t
h
e
.
lies . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
i
n
t
o
–
–
–
a
brighter
design . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
because
–
–
I
would
–
–
rather
–
–
blur
.
a
n
d
.
color
.
t
h
e
.
lines,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
be
blind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
~ I
would
–
–
rather
–
–
blur
.
a
n
d
.
color
.
t
h
e
.
lines,
.
.
a
n
d
.
.
be
blind . . .
–
–
–
.
.
.
than
.
t
o
.
be
–
–
bitter
.
a
n
d
.
unkind.
Reflection: This was a personal struggle-themed poem I wrote back in June of 2020 where the affected party experiences a heartbreaking loss and has trouble making the pieces fit. He or she attempts to find comfort and consolation and navigate beyond the tragic event – ultimately choosing hope, warmth, and kindness even if it means believing something which may not be completely true. I played the wonderful song “RIP” by Emily Haines in the background to create the “moodset” for the poem. If you listen to the song at low volume while reading this poem, you might better get the “feel” of it.