Robbed

Of joy, of kindness, and laughter.

Of meaning and of hope.

Of my voice, and of my shape.

A floating cloud fleetingly drowns the earth.

I run and yell but I’m a shadow

A tiny dot rolling down the meadow.

Seeing things from above makes

a huge difference.

But Noah doesn’t know my name;

I’ve been robbed of that, too.

I left my doors open, but now

The snakes are in.

I feel so sad having to kill them.

All my feared wishes incarnate.

My weird fishes, bring me ashore.

Terrified, with the lights out.

Does his love make your head spin?

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Art by Avogado6.