Joy Deferred
I want to know joy,
But I am afraid
This is not how I am made
Grief is a constant friend
My heart is warm,
Eyes are keen,
I see others,
Still,I feel unseen
I play too small
Do not know why
Insightful, sensitive, reluctant to cry
Need time alone
To hear my heart,
Answers are there,
Painful to start
My body is wise,
it does not lie
Must learn to listen,
And not deny,
Only then
Fear aside
Time to enjoy
My elusive joy
Copyright © Kym Akintomide | Year Posted 2021
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