My mom knows exactly what makes me happy in the gift department. For my birthday, she combined two of my loves–butterflies and writing–and gave me a beautiful handmade journal. The exterior of the journal is decorated with butterflies, and the interior pages are made from the Lokta plant which grows in Nepal. It’s so nice I almost don’t want to write in it…but I will. Thank you mama. For a minute it took my mind off the fact that I am now closer to 30 than I am to 20. Where did the years go? But I won’t harp on it too long, because I know that I get better with age (like a fine wine).
And now a poem–
doomed are those who don’t follow their hearts
and lead desperate lives
how dangerous they are
for their desperation causes sorrow in the hearts of others;
some say sing a tune of familiarity
you’ll never be let down;
so dreams are crushed which leads to complacency
hearts become heavy
heads feel as if they will implode
the weight of wondering causes the body to sag;
don’t choose this route,
it’s time to live a life you love
Hey,
Nice poem. I just need you to know that as your friend, I will be there for you always if you need anything or need someone to talk to. Thanks for being my friend. You don’t find many of those.
One,
Chris
ah moms and their ability to put a smile on our faces when we need it
and girl, I don’t know where all those years went, and how they went by so fast, I’ve been wondering how did I drift so far away from the 20s, so quickly…
your poem is so on point. it really speaks to me, especially at this point in my life. i’m trying to choose my route with my heart and follow it with love - not trying to follow it wisely (that wise shit leads you astray - the heart is where it’s at)
thanks,
PQ
i’m glad that it spoke to you PQ.
I came here from fabulosamujer’s post about the Carnival - just chiming in to say I love your poem, and it touched a nerve in me as well.