Black Poetry : I'm not happy is the truth

[candeesweet]

The day I was birthed comes every year

That is the day of mine through shear

Delight flowing through strong winds

Singing as it goes along getting older & dryer for my finds

Not wanting some years though seeming to get worse

Harder to rise feeling needle like being a quite delicate course

No need now to know the way of sewing my own dress

Only today anticipating the antique press

Do I go back or fall

Now as my eyes open up to haul

My day one more year continuously waiting for that call

Tomorrow's my day I will wear my once trending shawl

Please protect me body outta shear delight

 

[candeesweet]

as a butterfly
you know how to fly
be it towards or away
i not being the wind
cannot influence the direction of you flight
but as your friend
can and do daily
pray for you

please note:
happiness is not
a thing to be found
it is in fact
a thing to be created

{we still sippin' tea}

(smile)

You are so right Sis
Sip sip sip
Life as it flies beautifully up and down forward and backwards.