writing is my joy

the happiest time of year

for most

is the hardest for me,

overtaken by the cold

and my anxiety,

searching desperately

for a moment

to breathe,

harder to sleep

and i’m begging

for one day

where i feel happy

authentically,

a gift that i can’t find

under the tree,

a spark that brings back

the old me

who found positivity

easy to preach,

give me a reason

to believe,

if only temporarily.

and quietly,

i find my peace

as i write my piece,

sit and let

my written words speak,

explore a side

others don’t often see

and leave it all

on the page,

unleash my raw thoughts

and honesty,

let my creativity

take center stage

as i build a legacy

that will outlive me,

time stops for no one,

but as i write,

the clock freezes,

leaving a mark

that future generations

will feel as they read,

my word will reverberate

for all who need relief

when life’s got ‘em beat.

it’s in these moments

where i find my joy,

like my younger self

with his new

favorite toy,

the anxious nerves

seemed inescapable,

but the clouds part

as i write it out,

my heart

no longer pounds,

and i’ve found

myself again,

release all the pain

i’d held within

and finally start

to heal,

i write what’s real

and find the strength

i’ve been begging

to feel.

writing is my joy.

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a toast to the introverts

take a moment

to rest your head,

you’ve been everywhere

and back again,

so much pressure

on your shoulders

that you’ve forgotten

what it’s like

to live without stress.

wanted to please

everyone so much

that you forgot

about yourself,

tryna gain approval

from people

who’d never be satisfied,

and it makes

you forget

who you’ve really been

all this time.

maybe you’ve become

a homebody,

held back some of you

to protect your peace,

you had to redirect

your energy

back to the vessel

that matters best.

you deserve the life

that makes you happiest,

not the one

they tried to handpick,

it’s not missing out

if what you’re doing

brings you the most

joy.

some of them

may never understand,

but you don’t need them

to believe that you can,

just because they

never supported the vision,

doesn’t mean

you can’t see it.

you can do it

all by yourself,

better than they’ve ever

expected you to,

give yourself a hand,

raise your own glass,

you can win,

even alone,

you’ve got it going

so strong

that you’ll never be lonely

on your own.

let’s have a toast to the introverts.