She cries about the things
She’s yet to obtain
But she forgets the things
Her life contains
Possessions left untouched
.
.
Image credit HERE
She cries about the things
She’s yet to obtain
But she forgets the things
Her life contains
Possessions left untouched
.
.
Image credit HERE
Hot showers and candles used purely for the scent
Beds raised from the ground that don’t smell like cigarettes
Dish washers oh how beautiful it is
To hide your mess especially those dishes!
Traffic lights and construction zones
Things you might hate unless you’ve lived without
I forget to be thankful each and every day
But sometimes when I’m alone I scream and say
THANK YOU
Before I complain
That my WiFi connection has gone insane
In a crack between two bricks
I left a message as I was taken away
And Freed from the rooftop
I was allowed to visit the beach in May
Rain disturbed the strangers
But I was so happy to be free
And as time passed
I forgot the rooftop
And those strangers were much like me
.
.
(Note: I grew up in Iraq, where we spent most days on the rooftops. Now I face the ocean on a rainy vacation. )
I’m shocked to find such treasures
On a bright screen
In a dark room
I satisfy my pleasures
Blogs full of thought, I found what I sought, and I try to thank you for what you wrote
With a short comment, a short note.
Thank you.