Jan 2018
I have a hole
Inside my chest
I slowly fill it up.
With laughter
With inside jokes
With love
With positivity posts.
Something heals.
Like puzzle pieces slotting,
I am home.
Inside my chest
I slowly fill it up.
With laughter
With inside jokes
With love
With positivity posts.
Something heals.
Like puzzle pieces slotting,
I am home.
I wrote this as I was sitting in the library on a Tuesday. Someone with a stupid nickname- an inside joke- messaged my phone, and it made me smile and appreciate all the people around me who love me. A follow up from yesterday’s poem.
