Creativity641

At the top of the stairs a little girl stood,

holding her plush giraffe and a blank expression.

Her eyes were locked below at her parents hushed

conversation about the news.

A little girl...

I sit here, silent, staring up at the sky where the sun seemed to be seconds ago, 

a special kind of calm can be found in the sunset

I think. 

Thinking is not unusual, as thoughts, they never stop

I come here to

express myself

semi-anonymously,

but freely

and happily.

My laptop is

bombarded with

tabs, one of which

is YWP.

Always.

I may not

write a poem

You matter.

Not in a pastel poster sort of way. Not in a science teacher’s dad-joke shirt sort of way.

In a rain drop sort of way.

The rain drops don’t need to be there

Not all of them

For it to be raining.

I find it absurd that the President is doing so much bad I no longer have the capacity to feel any more.

I have become 

numb

numb to the fact that this man has broken so many laws you can't even count them.

Us humans

continue to put together

our puzzle

piece by piece.

And that puzzle?

The final picture is

freedom.

It spells out the

word, each letter

in blue

F

R

E

E