On a patch of sunlight, napping like a cat
Running in the moonlit streets, not a care in my hat
Music flows through the strings I pull
Art is my domain, art is my master, art is my peace, art is my lover, art is me.
Where has all the joy gone?
The laughter of my friends,
The comfort of my husband
Seems fleeting
Memories are blue, but it’s not longer royal or new
My mother’s voice seems like a greating card from my mistakes to me
Everyone’s judging, and I’m not good enough
Where has the joy gone
When my works barred,
Nothing stinks like a pile of unpublished poetry
Why am I suddenly reading Plath?
Where has all the joy gone?
Flirting with happiness,
Eking it out of the darkness
Is a Sisyphean task
But one that I must attempt
They will steal my stars, they’ll steal my smiles,
They’ll point out my flaws
But I’m loved, loved so much
Unconditionally
Bravely
And I can love, I can sing, I can dance
Their cages won’t be allowed to hold me
For I’ll flirt with joy when I’m able
And hope that that love reaches me
When I can’t
Reach for it myself.
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