I always seem to gravitate towards strong negative (though I really hate that adjective for feelings) emotions, so I wanted to give a go at a more joyful poem.

Sun blooms and the grass is green

And somehow there is this thing inside me

That I’ve never felt

It glows like a ray of light,

And that saying doesn’t work here

“Out of sight, out of mind”

Rain pours down, strong and heavy, but that ray of light still seems to carry me

Whether intentionally?

I’m not sure

But this I definitely prefer to the dark cloud that enveloped me

The other night

And then and there I prefer the saying

“out of sight, out of mind“

My friend told me to journal

Said it’d help my anxiety

And so every night

I write all I feel

And since then

A flower has been growing my my heart

I don’t know how to name it

But at least it’s

A start