My sadness
is spent
Not a
red-penny cent
Is
there-left-to-my name
And my tears
they did fall
Like a big
wrecking ball
This permanent
resident
Who
should’ve paid rent
My poems helped
express
Expel my
duress
Naked I
undressed
Unraveled my
soul
And now
there is room
Bereft of the
gloom
To celebrate
joy
And all my
blessings
That were
simply resting
Until they
were free
My view was
so slanted
That I took
for granted
And never
believed
In the power
of me
To those in
my heart
Thanks for
your part
Keeping me
sane
Through my
ups
And my downs
Adjusting my
crown
When it
tumbled down
I’m back on
my game
To each one
of yours
As Christmas
draws near
I give you
my love
In tinsel
and bows
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