Reality Is Scary Poem by Abbey Rigney

Reality is scary.

One minute I’m sipping on a vanilla chi cappuccino at the near by coffee house with my sweetheart, just looking at my new book I got published...
And then I wake up and
I’m screaming at my mom before school.
I tell her I love her
she says “yeah right”
so I slam the door in her face.

It’s almost as if I’m slamming the door in my own face because later on, I know I’ll regret doing it.

Change and Time.
They are reality.
They are two things I can’t stop from happening. And that makes them scary.

They were happening before I took my first breath of air and even after my last, they will go on without a care in the world.

I find myself experiencing more change and losing more time.

Although I can’t rewind time and I, physically as a person, cannot stop change from happening.

I can certainly make use of what I do with my time and how I approach change.

Just being persistent and loving and ready for anything.
Taking a look at others but leaving time for myself.
Discovering my happiness through other people’s misery.

Shutting up and listening to what other people have to say and offer is a way of gaining intelligence.

Exploring the environment and life’s simple pleasures and complicated hardships is a way of gaining wisdom.

over-all Reality is scary but it’s real.
And happiness is not as far away as it sometimes may seem.