Litkicks Message Board Archive

joyous rebirth

Posted to Action Poetry

yes, blu....
may the white clouds carry you
above the bog of fears,
every day turning your face toward
that joy
for there is no need to wear
the death mask,
life is treat
through all the trickery,
I'd bottle those tears up
place them on my mantle
to remind me of what beauty
can come from brokenness.

thanks avery,
you are ever sweet...
and yes, I smile...see?