One poem from 4/2, one poem from 4/3

“Home”

Maybe you will break my heart, and maybe you won’t.
Incandescent, effulgent, you are uncertain, evanescent and fleeting.
One thing is for sure.
Your heart is kind,
Beautiful, like a cherry blossom,
Open it up, and you will be mine.
Sitting by the fire together,
Sipping wine, becoming cozy,
You make me feel the way I do
When reading a superb novel,
My heart, cleansing itself.
I hold you in my arms,
Kissing your lips
Your neck,
Your soul.
We are naive,
As only those in love can be,
And I cherish every moment.
But,
I haven’t met you yet.

“The Maggot Who Fought Back”

Throughout my whole life,
I never quite belonged,
In peace or in strife,
I always felt wrong.
Now at age twenty-eight,
I realize that I matter,
The heart lessens its ache,
And my hatred shatters.
I am free to go now, wherever I want,
I cannot be stolen,
Nor bullied,
Nor bought.
I live my life with equal measure,
Self-love comes with any endeavor.
One last anthem I know to be true,
I am finally me for the first time, too.