"If you don't like something, change it. If you can't change it, change your attitude." – Maya Angelou

Joy Be Found

A poem about letting go of hurts

Following the

spine of debris-

line (time for show

and tell: my life)

clutching holy hurts

to bleeding breast,

(each validated, labeled),

filed for nocturnal

resentment roasts

(daily pity-parties)

scowling the inces-

sant sea erasing each

(carefully placed)

sand print left upon

a wounded world.

Startled, stumbled

I in shallow surf—

these bastardly

birds swooped

from cyan sky

screeched at my

stooped shadow

(with glee!) flying

formation through

salted spray daring

me, the world, to

reconsider: joy be

found in simple

things, unshackle

hurts, grant grace—

the soul be given



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