For years I wrote whatever came to mind and did it because it felt good. I was criticized by family for bad punctuation and grammar. THAT did not dissuade me. I just lost passion and think I cared to much about what others might think or say.
The thing about writing it…DO IT FOR YOURSELF. Good or bad, do it because it feels good inside. I will try as a form of healing and growing. To hopefully grow more passion for life.
I am going to let weeds grow on my face
Grow as they want
Grow smiles with their flowers
Grow a joyful vibrant noise with the buzzing of bees pollinating.
And if any try to tell me I should have planted domestic flowers in my face
in my smile,
I will tell them no…
I like the freedom of the weeds
The songs of the bees
The wild smiles the weed flowers bring to me,
to this world.