Poems

Slipping into November

A fallen leaf slips down real slow, from way up high, a way it goes

Floating drifting wandering down, finding his way upon the ground

rummaging for memories of what had just occurred

Letting go, a grip, a twig,

time to move on and

not to renege

the past release and a meadow sage

freedom comes outside of the cage

Much Love Much Life

Author: Joy

I am Joy I am content I am patient I am love I am free, fabulous and fit. I am all these things and so much more. I am struggle I am hopelessness I am sad I am endurance I am a warrior I am a princess I am my Father's daughter I am a survivor of loss of hurt of pain. I am encouragement I am influence I am Joy.

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