one thirty two

i had to rearrange what i couldn't change,
moving forward producing something from pockets of change,
buckets of rain water overflowing
spilling out like an angry mob
trying to contain the flow and the accumulation
thinking positive in every situation
im glad i felt the pain when reality hit me
other times the punches go right through me
not budging, like poking a stick at a dead carcus.
i realized what life would be without a witness
a witness to document your life events
to even share the feelings that we cant comprehend
i fell inlove with poetry before each word is born
the rhythm, word play, and emotions shown
it intertwined with my world and became my orbit
this love is something i could never forfeit
i finally found it in cracks and crevices
places people would never look in
or begin to search for it
now im with love and its full blown
and im glad to share with miss monroe