I feel my illness
Dying with a silent scream.
Inside there is joy.

Waves of compassion
Carry my heart to safety.
Thank you, my dear friends.

Haikus are easy.
But they don’t always make sense.
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The easy path isn’t.
Uncried tears give no solace.
My life is my own.

I will still be here
When sun rises tomorrow.
You can count on it.

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1 – Hat tip to my good friend Chris and his awesome t-shirt collection for the third stanza.

P.S. – No, they’re not good, but my spontaneous poetry never is. Just felt like flexing a slightly different mental muscle for a few minutes.


(Except that third one, which isn’t mine)