If you were to read only
My poems
I believe thou might think me to be
Always in mourning
And ever depressed.
But the truth is,
My life is often joyful.
The pain is just easier to make art of
The weeping is
More bearable when expressed.
The joy is caught up in the present moment
And I leave the pain behind
For my poetry
12/02/24
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