I might start just writing in verse every Thursday. Verse Thursday.
Starting new is the strangest
double spaced becomes something
different to me
“we won’t have to be scared”
is that really a quote, or
something closer to something
everyone screams in their lifetime?
everything revolved around college
for a time –
how’s it going?
people would ask and i would frown
wishing they would be quiet and
leave me be for once
but now things are different
i wish i had read more about
attrition rates before even going
all of my friends are graduating
and while i don’t feel left behind,
it’s something like that.
here comes the rain –
it’s something we expect but aren’t
I trust the sky a bit too much
I don’t trust the ground
I’m too afraid of it falling out from
why am i living in the same color
green as Alaska in spring?
why is everything blooming?
if there’s spring in a place that most
would deem unfit to have one
why can’t there be spring in me?
am i forbidden from blooming?
must i understand the happiness
I wish I could help the people who
need to bloom.
my husband is in his jail of an office
doing far too much tech support work
than any human should.
he’s a bud who has been in the dark
for too long
and he needs to come into the light.
I am neon pink
coming from black and white
I don’t deserve to be shot in grays
I need to live aloud,
live in color