Back to its rightful owner
Secure in her arms
Your silent wishes to trade places with no alarms
Did you memorize my pages
You’ve witnessed only some of my phases
You’ve judged me at my worst
mending from a divorce
you closed the book before you could read what came next.
Didnt think I was capable of such a spiritual flex
The phone keeps ringing, it’s the ex.
duty calls
Like Disrespectful roaches gathering on the walls
Just Anybody Dont know what I’ve been through
Im a Crawling fool
Surjourning through murky earth pools
I hope I gave you a chuckle? “Oh my goodness”
Pondering how to conquer all that shyness
Its this Budding potential
Of what may come from adult conversations that are past due
Deep breaths of hope.
The kind that tinkered with the thought you’d leave a letter, but nope.
Flipping through my stories,
Recollections in the form of poetry.
Eyes that Smile, because in my head it flows with ease
gratitude blossoms for my journal returned to me.
Everything else doesn’t even matter because my words are here to show and teach.
