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. |