Heyyy everybodyyy! 👋👋👋
Todayyy, I’m doing some poems! Three, to be exact.
Now, these aren’t actual uhm, emotional poems. 😬 Nah… I’m pretty new to poem writing. I don’t trust myself to not embarrass myself.
That… doesn’t make sense, Maya. 🤦♀️
Aaaaanyways, let’s start! 👀💕
That leaping feeling, hidden away most of the time
Overshadowed by others who deem themselves better, and more commonly used
In the rare times it comes out of its home
I revel in it and rejoice
The world is joyful
Peace among the nations
No dying, no fading away
No hurting, no pain
Joy, and me.
Me and joy.
Twirling around in our own little world.
Oblivious to anything else.
It blurs my vision, forcing me to see the bad, and only the bad in the world
It trips me up and pushes me into deep pits of sadness, anger and pain
It whispers in my ear anywhere and everywhere,
They’re gone, somewhere where you can’t retrieve them.
It hurts to meet, and I love the moments when it dulls
And though it may leave, for however long,
I always dread it coming back, swallowing another thing I love.
My heart skips a beat.
Is that creaking what it should be?
Or is it a monster?
That one from my dreams.
People tell me that it can’t be true.
But in the dead of the night,
I hear sounds.
Sounds no walking or dropping could imitate.
They come from my wardrobe.
The one at the back of my room.
The door opens.
I am faced with my greatest fear.
Well! I hate to end the post on such a spooky
you wish, Maya 🙄😝 note, but it’s time to go for now. 💖 I’ll see you next time on the 27th! (Or… nearer? 😮 mYsTeRyyyy)