Bright Things...

Bright Things Happen Too

This poem describes coming from a place of rage to a new mindset where the concerns for the time are sorted out.

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She’s spitting old chips and there’s a balloon

Of hot air somewhere between her larynx and phoenix

That’s causing a big problem.

All that filthy rubbish, it’s percolating

Something about “she said,” “ he did”

“They said.” Other people supposedly being the cause

Of this torrid inner decline. But it’s not true.

Who can let her know it will pass?

There won’t be any more hostages

It’s a new day, let it gladly roll out

In joy. Smell the bush trees, yellow flowers,

Let the firefighters go home

They aren’t important here anymore.

Tell the managers to go for lunch

The critics and the smart manipulators,

They’re all sacked.

She’s filling up on clean oxygen.

It’s love. In a zone of self reflection

The bullies are outed.

The fierce fires gladly extinguished

Where air feels light and fresh, riveting

After the dust storm, the skirmish.

She navigates, smiles inside outside

As something bright is about to begin

By DJ Elton

From: Australia

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