“Don’t look back and don’t cry.”
Take a day to heal from the lies you’ve told yourself and the ones that have been told to you. –Maya Angelou
I am my own grown sun born of man and woman,
beating back darkened nights of sadness.
I will shine and rise and glare,
until all see
how golden I can be.
[The young poet] should stay the hell out of writing classes and find out what’s happening around the corner. And bad luck for the young poet would be a rich father, an early marriage, an early success or the ability to do anything very well.
Happiness is fleeting and thrills misleading. Conjure me joy to ward off wailing agony. Lighten my heart with love to fight the world’s misery. Let me be me. Smiling down destiny