I have a place

A place just for me

A place where everything from the day spills

And when it spills, it…

Pours across the dark wood desk

Flows and takes control of my pencils

Spills onto a paper

(I will refer to s*x as dg in this Opinion writing, aka the gender the doctor pronounced you. This will also be mostly unedited, because this is just me blurting my thoughts onto a document to share.)

Colors 

 
A poem by Sunriver, written for writerfromva 

Once upon a time, 
Quite a few years ago,