/This is one of the poems I found from the year 2021, while gathering my writing. I decided to post them to document my growth.
When rage makes my body shiver,
like a pamphlet discarded,
In the air,
I let it come.
I let it grow.
When the night comes,
And my eyes close,
I choose love to fill the darkness below.
When hate blurs the lines,
Between fact and fiction,
And I spur on obscenities,
powered by imagination,
When the moon ascends,
In a lonesome sky,
I choose love to fill the soul.
Always and forever,
Love will be the flower
I nurture.
Hope will be the fruit
its buds manifest.
In a world where hate and anger,
Is the norm,
Let your abode be one,
that houses love.
A house for love.