Posted in Daily Poetry, New Work, Poetry, Random

Anemic Irony [Idiosyncrasy of Happiness]

I’m anemic,

Though my bones

and marrow

are full of

Irony.

And ironically, I’m tired…

of apologizing

For being unapologetic.

For who I am.

Happiness as a state of mind and being

is a supplement,

though as a drug,

it is more an

idiosyncrasy.

…I’ve yet to master the navigation

of its highs

and heights.

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Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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