Why Are We Here

I was so lucky to have found a writing nook, A place to express my joy, sorrow, and pain. I wear my heart on my sleeve, an open book. My safe haven sheltered me from the rain. Having a space to write has been good for me, But these days it has not been what it once was. Insults and name-calling is what I often see, Why disrespect another poet just because? I don’t agree with many, but still, I show respect We are all different and we have different views. But we shouldn’t be mean, that’s the disconnect. All of this hateration is giving me the blues. I stay because of my writing and my soup friends, But I long for the day when it’s like it used to be. Until then all that love poetry let’s raise our pens, And write things that uplift and bring unity. 12/12/2021 Alexis Y.