Coco

i have always journaled,

ever since i was 6.

sure back then my entries were just doodles of my day,

but it still helped me convey my emotions.

i was at the shop with my mom,

Like a gear slowly rusting 

With feet like cement 

We are zombies of snow and sleet 

Brain fog taking control 

Poetry has a silent power 

In the way that poets 

don’t need words to communicate 

With one another; 

We simply see a wildflower