Oh wow - another two poems today! Well, here it goes - and the week of having to write "hopeful" poems is done, at least. I suppose, if I wanted to keep with the theme, this week's stuff should be more "victory-focused," but I think I'll just sort of see where the wind takes me instead. A) it's much more fun, as most of the time, I have no idea where a poem is going until I'm halfway through it, and B) you have no idea where I'm going at all, so it's an adventure for both of us!! YAY, poetry adventures!
Inward
Stop.
Peel back layers,
pulling sheets of self away
looking at the freshly exposed soft underbelly
that no one gets to see except when allowed,
and even then, it is a rarity
that I should allow it,
let you see
me.
On the Porch
Nothing is as nice,
as sitting on the front porch,
lighting a pipe, and talking over the day
with the one you love,
just there to enjoy hearing
about the other's day,
comparing notes and making plans for the future.
Thanks for reading,
The Fat Kid
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