Composed 12/9/15
Description: Ah! The semester is over, which means, yes, less on my mind and more time to write… for the time being. Hopefully, this means I will push out some more poetry in the coming days. For now, here’s this.
It is different for us
And difference is a pleasant dream
When we find ourselves alone
Alone we feel no need to run
But sink-in, relax, think, and feel
Be
We are survivors
When the world around us dies
Indeed, we thrive
Independent, often confident, unafraid
Exploring
When abandoned or betrayed we
Live
When found we relinquish control
And let others in for a time yet
Retreat
Off put with insecurity
Hands clinging with poverty
Do you really crave
Separation from your own mind?
Scraps of Paper 