We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*
Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah
We ought to be strong/
hosts of our happiness, not
servants to our fears.*
Taken from a poem read by a young woman at Speak For Yourself open mic night, Enliten Cafe’, Provo, Utah
I wonder if she/
even knows how much she fuels/
creativity.
OR
I wonder if she/
even knows how much she fuels/
creative juices.
They minister to/
us, because we minister/
to them: A fair trade.
When the temple’s closed/
for cleaning, the feeling’s not/
the same. They aren’t there.
If everyone is/
singing and writing about/
pain, you’re not alone.
Two songs that inspired this poem:
David Bowie’s Rock n Roll Suicide
AND
REM’s Everybody Hurts
Her wise father said/
nothing about heavenly/
angels. Earth’s hosts came.
When the happy guy/
gets sick, he discovers that/
the world keeps spinning.
Or
the world keeps turning.