Thursday, September 24, 2020

Years

 It’s been years since I posted on this thing I created. 

I’ve written so much on Facebook. 

I should have written it here

You will calmly discover me again 

I’ll write to you with my feather pen

Such balderdash and arrogant words 

Im not the snob I’ve just presented 

I’m a woman full of pain

Is that a crime?

Pain is my  vice

It’s a way to justify 

Well.... my pain

Internal

Back door

Warning of hateful deeds

My daughter fears intimacy 

In person

The internet allows for 

Love to blossom

Sight unseen

It’s clearly worrisome 

I must think

Of how to navigate

An adults life

Online.