I channel so much anger into my poems, I fear I am abrasive, I hate and I hate, and then I drop the pen the moment my heart lights up, when a smile creeps up on my face and there's a spark in my eyes that I can't erase, there is so much good, but that's not poetic, so much brings me joy that I would never dare immortalise, would never stain with my words and my high pitched voice, but there is so much, I cannot even begin to describe, the tears in the eyes of a creator, now responsible for the lives of plenty, the numbers crawling up and up with our collective humanity, the smile on a kid with asylum sought and found, fought and crowned, the flower growing through the tarmac, the man you helped cross the street, the girl who looked out for you on your way home, the friend who stayed up just so you weren't alone, the tree you sponsored, the plastic you picked up, the smile you gave out the warmth you have, never loose it yeah? Smile, because there's so much good, there's so much you can do