Nature is lovely
Even in isolation
I lay my eyes there

Mix me blue
Mix me pink

I'll never know
Just how to think

Mix me pink
Mix me blue

Who am I?

It's hard
To change
How you vocalize your mind
It's hard
when every poem has been pain
It's hard
When your mind
Doesn't process how it used to
I used to scream on pages
It's been so long
Since I felt lost
No?
It's been so long
since I felt empty.
I can empty my mind without poetry
I have grown
My old poems are beautiful.
Am I no longer like that?
Is this dread?
I dont know
But it's been so long
Since I had anything to empty
I miss these pages of poems
But
I dont miss being like that?
Who am I now?
I dont know
But it's time
Time I learn to write
From a new perspective

I've been humbled.
I'm losing my home.
Not at fault of my own

I've complained
Endlessly
About the flaws of these four walls
There wasnt heat
There wasnt cooling
The kitchen was unusable
The roof leaked into the windows
The sun over heated my space.

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

It's just hitting me
All that these walls have given.
A place to nurture our love.
It's given me pets.
It's given me a place to cry.
It's given me solidarity.
It has done nothing but given.

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

Now it's being taken back

I wish I gave to it.
Fresh paint
New curtains
New floors
A welcome mat

It has given me a home
And
I was ungrateful.

If “peace of mind” exists,
I hope it chases you like prey.
I pray it catches you at unawares,
That it rips away your worries
And
Eats you till you’re bare.