Joy
Is warm apple cider
Drank on a porch
On a cold November day.
Joy
Is a friend
To whom you don't
Have to clarify and censor.
Joy
Is having a moment
To relax
And soak in the world.
Joy
Is having a friend whom talking to
Gives you energy
When you're an introvert.
Joy
Is a quiet read
Outdoors
After a stressful day.
Joy
Is somehow knowing
That everything
Is going to be okay,
And if it isn't,
That no one
Will leave you.
Joy is a slight smile,
A faint contentment
Upon the cheeks and lips,
And a great relaxation
Within.
Joy
Is what I have,
Somehow,
Right now.
Nov 4, 2015
Nov 4, 2015 at 5:29 PM UTC
Joy
Is warm apple cider
Drank on a porch
On a cold November day.
Joy
Is a friend
To whom you don't
Have to clarify and censor.
Joy
Is having a moment
To relax
And soak in the world.
Joy
Is having a friend whom talking to
Gives you energy
When you're an introvert.
Joy
Is a quiet read
Outdoors
After a stressful day.
Joy
Is somehow knowing
That everything
Is going to be okay,
And if it isn't,
That no one
Will leave you.
Joy is a slight smile,
A faint contentment
Upon the cheeks and lips,
And a great relaxation
Within.
Joy
Is what I have,
Somehow,
Right now.