Nov 2021
I want
written July 10th, 2020
I want blue skies
and sun on my face.
I want green plants
growing like crazy on the deck.
I want rooms full of books
like old friend and lovers.
I want someone
to wear perfume for at night.
I want to not be scared
lost in the past.
I want to be here now.
I want to always know
that I am home and whole.
I want all parts of me
to realize their dreams.
I want to be known.
I want to never stop wanting.
I want to want.
What do you want?
written July 10th, 2020
I want blue skies
and sun on my face.
I want green plants
growing like crazy on the deck.
I want rooms full of books
like old friend and lovers.
I want someone
to wear perfume for at night.
I want to not be scared
lost in the past.
I want to be here now.
I want to always know
that I am home and whole.
I want all parts of me
to realize their dreams.
I want to be known.
I want to never stop wanting.
I want to want.
What do you want?
This one has sat in my notebooks for so long. What I want doesn't seem important. It's not insightful or deep. It's just nice things, instead of all the things in the last poem that weigh my mind down. This is what I want. This is what I want to think about and work towards. This is important.
