Poetry

May I

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Bloom like the flowers in May

Or may I say what I have to say and be at peace

Or may I do things out of the kindness of my heart, and you accept who I am

Or may I call you out and show you where you were so wrong

But the thing is, maybe I don’t need to tell you everything because I feel the truth before I hear it.

Why may I even think about what you want or think?

When all I want to do is survive and maybe see a movie or two.

I read a book or three and feel like Maybe I can stay

But maybe I’m not meant to talk and tell you all there is, and perhaps someday I will grow with the strength of someone who will make it no matter what.

But I may get the chance to tell you how it is, or maybe someone else will, but today, I may walk away and be okay in my little cave of survival.

Written By: Deirdre Stokes Copyrighted ©️ 2024 By Deirdre Stokes

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