Possible

The impossibility
is impossibly
possible, if
possibility lives
inside.

I – Indistinct

Laughter is missing
Another rusting leaf falls
Sounds echo
And duty calls.
A season
Such as this
Requires tolerance
And will move on

I’ve allowed myself

The freedom to write

What is inside me,

My poetic truth.

What

Doesn’t belong:

Doubt, second guessings.

Feelings of disgust

Over who I see,

Wanting to give up

Far too easily.

This

Does a disservice

To those who

Beautifully created me.