Oh what glorious fun
To be overjoyed
Focus can only be
In one place
Waking up to
The next day
Standing in the same space
Same body
Same feet
Perhaps just a renewed person
Sharper than a sword
Gutting the heart
Filling it back up
Flower boxes
Hanging round the edges
Lots of thorns
For protection
One day feels like two
Yesterday was only
Moments ago
I urge thee to please
Your truest self
Echoed out into
The mercy of wild tomorrow’s
Golden avenues of
Lengthened sweetness
Even if you’re found too likable
To love
© GÄ
Poétique 