Joy
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Joy

Joy is belonging –
Laughter with loved ones,
Piled on top of each other.
Joy is liberation –
Freedom to be yourself in a world that usually doesn’t understand.

Blackberries

Blackberries

We stumble endlessly upon beauty
And the fruits of the Earth.
Our winding conversations
Sweep us through infinite fields
Of crackling summer grass,
And carry us along on the soft sea breeze.

Dispassion

Dispassion

I am coated in cynicism,
Its chalky glaze pasted with rough hands over my soft heart.
I see beauty, but it does not breathe inspiration into the blackened cave of my mind.