One last poem before I drift off….

Today I realized I look for others pride
Sometimes I think I need it

Turns out I don’t

I know I’m an artist whether you do or you won’t,
acknowledge it.

My poems breathe for me
And when I’m not hungry they eat for me
I write what I see

They sleep with me while I shed my tears
They force me to face my fears.

And when I wake up I have new words filling my head
My stomachs in a knot
Lyrics to a heartfelt song, an angry response, or perhaps just a taunt

Poetry is one of my favorite art forms
The beauty, elegance
The walls broken down
Sharing what I never could admit before
Sandstorms

My heart isn’t so sore anymore.
I wonder if they feel it too
Me letting them go?

I saw him today
He looked terrible
I hate to admit it for a moment I felt like I won
Until I realized we both lost a close friend
We’re both hurting but it’s not up to me

A lone willow tree met a golden retriever
Little did they know he’d leave her

I used to wish he would visit again
Until I heard about the manipulation

Turns out the golden retriever was actually a wolf
And the willow was a boy all along
I should turn this into a song.