I love words. I love art. I love Jesus.
Each time I think I'm done with you
You show up unannounced
Invading present moments
With a lifetime full of doubts
Though I know I am the victor
By D'Shan Berry12 months ago in Poets
Once, I had a dark, brown mole removed.
My genes make me resistant
to the lidocaine.
The doctor cut deep
to get clear margins.
Sometimes, I feel like Superman.
Like I, too, draw strength
from the warmth of our yellow sun.
This makes winter hard --
The guitar you said you'd teach me
Lies lonely in my room
I can't bring myself to touch it
My heart is out of tune
You left no note explaining why