Kayfucius

A collective of thoughts, poetry, writing works, blurbs, and other randomosity

My body is not your home,

you can’t just leave all your…things here,

and come and go as you please;

They leave with you if you’re leaving –

they only stay

if I choose to agree.

My mind is not your dumpster –

You can’t fill it with all your junk

and expect me to save us both

from the toxic spillage of your detritus.

Besides, there’s no room in here for nonsense;

It’s no place for trash.

My heart is no trinket of yours

You won’t mistreat it like some plaything;

Amusing yourself only until the “newness” wears off,

only to toss it onto the haphazard pile

of other discarded toys

thrown recklessly aside once

you’re bored with them

or tire of playing foolish games.

My soul is not your lighthouse;

It can’t shelter you from the storms

you refuse to face,

there’s no refuge here for your darkness.

My spirit is not your luminary –

I’m not responsible for banishing your

shadows.

The currents you row so avidly against may

float your boat –

But they won’t capsize mine.

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