Seek out happiness for yourself, and make those around you happy.
Some days, nothing takes the pain away.
Nothing drives anxiety out the window,
Nothing makes words overheard dissipate.
Words written across my skin, or a scarf around my wrist
Won't keep my fears away.
I want to be buried
under a cold mound of dirt
or in pair of solid arms.
Either one will do.
I want to get a band of ink sewn into my skin that reads:
Willing to stand in the hurricane,
Because on most days
I need to be reminded to stay brave.
I have a scarf, black, with white daisies
Given by the mother of my father to my mother
And on some days, I wrap it 'round my wrist
So I don't forget the pain she endured
And the smile she planted on her face
This is not a poem.