Sing

Sing

Sing In the darkness

When night

Is it’s blackest

And the merest sliver of light

Seems eons away

Sing

Sing

When all around you

Is nothing but rain

When clouds are thick

And you’re certain never

Will you see the sun

Sing

Sing

When your song is choked

And the joy won’t come

When you’re way off key

And no one anywhere

Is there to sing harmony

Sing

Sing

Sing in the silence

When you know in your heart

That no one can hear

In a voice

Small and echoing

Sing

Sing

Because you remember

Your song is yours

And yours alone

And a million small songs

Fill the night with music

Sing

AprilJoy

Napowrimo

4/25/2019

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Duck!

I am not a swan
Never been
never will be
I am a duck
sometimes
you know
like… always and forever…
ducks grow up to be ducks
and
thinking that you will someday
grow up
to be a swan
just because you are a different kind of duck
doesn’t mean
that ducks are not stunningly beautiful
that ducks
are meant to be ducks
and it means
that it’s perfectly okay
to sport your beautifully
duckness
and fly!

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4.22.2019

Just Knock

I stand at the door
huge and ancient
cracked and weathered
I stand
it hangs
slightly ajar
that door
to the future… the past
I stand here
running my hands
gently over
cracked and peeling paint
splinters embed themselves
I caress this door
longing to go through
yet ever so afraid
to knock

AprilJoy
NaPoWriMo
4/20/2019