Candis Johnson

(July 23,1987 / NJ)

Unmitigated Blues


Poetry is my song and dance
When I don’t wish to be bothered or talked to
Poetry is my friend, with him there are no egos
He lets me be me
Simple, free, uninhibited me
I free my mind openly with poetry
He is my muse
His gentleness dances warmly
With my often random moments of sadness
Cajoling peace in its place
A bird can’t fly with one wing
But I can soar with two
This poem was constructed from randomness
Merely a way to assuage my blues
I am ready for love
At least that’s what the song says
Poetry is my muse
The gentlest way to mitigate my blues

Submitted: Tuesday, June 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, July 02, 2013
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