Joy-kill Reality

Living Poetry April visual prompt

Don’t fit in those boots no more
Forgot how to be joyful on the little things in life
Can’t blame the overgrown feet
It’s the fault of the grown-up mind

Don’t Ask for the Impossible

Why can’t he just love me
love me just being me
whingy, whining, insecured me?
The little girl inside sobs.

Well sweetheart,
he is not your father
nor God.
Uncontional love
is just off the table
and off limits.