Treasure (a poem)

Dearest, do not tell lies to yourself, And try to be who you cannot become, For sake of popularity, the false sun, Do not change for shallow recognition, You are far too precious to succumb, A treasure valued by confidence won. Copyright 2021 Joan Wiley

Beautiful Human (a poem)

If I see you as a beautiful human, will that be enough?If I do not recall all the tags you wear, will you say I am unjust?I want to know the you inside, not the encasement of your light,Tell me the things that you aspire, all your plans, goals, fuel for flight,Let us laugh andContinue reading “Beautiful Human (a poem)”