In my happiness
I sing and dance
swaying and swinging around the room
filled with dizzying colors
filled with prickly, heart-racing joy.
In my sadness
I sit and mull
over every minute detail
futilely hoping my tears would mend
the cracks creeping across my heart
my pen tapping the table's edge
ready to prick poem to paper
When my heart breaks,
I have so much to say...
When my heart is happy,
I am silenced by the surge
of overwhelming joy.
— by anntidote —
Date written: 2023
Sketch by Anntidote [June 28, 2025]