Writing My Story by Daniel Kay

Richard_Scope

Writing my own story means

I can fill it with the memories I want.

I can tell you how colourful the view

Is from my side of the coin.

It has a little to do with luck. 

And everything to do with a mindset

that lets me see the world for the

constant fireworks show that this life gives.

It doesn’t ask for anything in return,

and I get to listen to this concert

from the best seat in town.

I’ll write and write and know that

this scribble is more than pen to paper.

It’s more than a singular flurry of emotion

used for my own self-gratification.

Words connect us in ways we’re too shy

to admit. Plums plucked from a tree if

you allow yourself to taste the sweetness.

My CP has given me friends who tilted my

lens, allowing me to take in the sky and grass

as more than a hug between soil and rain.

We are, after all, made to experience and thrive,

in a community that will dance

when it pours outside,

One that will excitedly wake up for the

morning sun to tell us we’ll always be warm.

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WestHam06

Nice poem, thanks for sharing @Richard_Scope