I want to comfort the world

I want to comfort the world,  but the world does not accept me.  It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother,  who can then comfort you...

Saturday, April 5, 2025

Dear

 Dear,

am I still your joy?

I have not seen you since I was 16 years old,

August 27th we've reached the 10 year mark, but

This marks just been something holding our page,

The one we left off on

So we can pick up right where we left off.

I am here come still your joy

My voice is louder now,

The reverb lingers &

What I had to say

Lingers longer. I'm still your joy

But I've become more experienced, not in the way

Society is counting down the days till,

but next line in the way I'm no longer a child,

I've put that behind me,

Have learned how to turn every poem

I read & in every new form I come across & learn and to meet—I love meet.

I crave the potatoes & and gravy using this new form to my advantage

Making it my own

I'm still your joy

My complexion it's still as bright

As my future is blessed

You missed my biggest performance, one I didn't bother to inviting you to cause I knew you weren't be available

But I'm still your joy

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