October 06, 2004


i am a hoarder of every
joy and every blessing
every single one
sometimes when i’m sad
i’d take each and every one
out and polish it till
it gleams like it were new
on really bad days i
dive into the pool of my
hoard i submerge in the
deep end and then backstroke
my way to the shallow
when i get out of my pool
i’m drenched from head to toe
every strand of hair coated
every pore filled
with each glistening joy
and blessing of my hoard


Post a Comment

<< Home