Hey all…welcome back to my pink room!
Grab a seat, get comfortable… we might be here for a little while.
Today we are supposed to talk about the first iteration of Pink Valley’s pandemic schooling… but it turns out I need a little more time to collect my thoughts so that I say something that makes sense. So in order to keep up our daily chats I thought I could share a poem I wrote a few months ago.
Okay I hope you enjoy…
What does it mean to have found God anyway?
I wonder if it means you no longer cry
when you are alone
because you don’t get tired anymore.
You don’t get tired from wearing a body
and always having to cry about it
(because I am pretty sure you stop
crying all together).
I wonder, if it means that you smile,
and not the smile you practiced in the mirror,
5 times okay maybe 7,
alright if you count those half smiles 10.
But if you found God
you don’t have to practice smiling
because I am sure you just smile.
I bet if you found God,
you probably can’t help but smother
yourself from love,
not just the word love
The one you repeat over and over
and over in your head
That you barely even remember its meaning.
No, I am talking about
the real lovey dovey kind of stuff.
You look at yourself, or sit and think
and you don’t even have to say the word love
You’re just so used to dishing it out to your body
and just all parts of you,
that it would be redundant.
I wonder if you found God,
you would laugh without fear of breaking.
Okay I know laughing probably
wouldn’t actually break you in 2 or somethin’
but if you found God
you would never be scared
that your laughter is the only thing left
after the screams and the tears.
You wouldn’t fear that tomorrow,
or the next day
or whenever you stopped laughing,
you would simply disappear.
Well I wonder if you found God,
you would stop wondering about God
I guess that sounds silly
because you found him.
But I wonder if you would stop searching
if you found God,
surely you would be whole.
You would stop running into empty promises
And falling into broken relationships.
I wonder if you found God,
it would kind of be like flying.
But not in a weird way,
the way.. the way
you sometimes dream about.
The way that never really ends up further than
a hard pavement behind that old building
you used to go to when you were little
No, your flying,
the flying when you find God
would just be majestic,
you would never need to check if you were
because you would be weightless
. So sing hallelujah to the Lord
maybe you’ll find him.
Alright that’s all from me tonight… Join me back here tomorrow in the pink room and we will get right back into the roots.
One thought on “Pink Room Poetry”
Jamie you are indeed a poet. But then you are blessed with many talents.
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