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small joys r/hide up on the shelf

small joys pony on shelf cropped

 

This poem was born in May 2016.

I tend to write poetry in despair. This piece is different. More hopeful about the possibility of emerging from pain and reclaiming the joy and laughter that’s always stored somewhere, even though we sometimes mistakenly believe it’s beyond reach.

 

small joys r/hide up on the shelf

a poem by punkie

 

small joys

like children’s toys

r/hide up on the shelf

 

take them down

play the clown

free your inner self

 

find your soul

amidst the toll

suck the pain from life

 

wield the blade

that clears the glade

of hurt, and stress, and strife

 

tap strength within

peel back the skin

of bruises black and blue

 

you are found

put on your crown

to thine own heart be true

 

© Susan Macaulay 2016. I invite you to share the links widely, but please do not reprint or reblog or copy and paste my poems into other social media without my permission. Thank you.

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