There Are Days Like This

by Joanna

Poems about rough winds
And darling buds of May
Are so
Very boring to me
Give me your truth
Your guts
Spill them on the table, yet
Fear not
For the eye can see a jewel
Under even
The thickest of muds

Look forward
Into the mist
Instead of shutting out
All the unpleasantness
Which will still come to pass
Of whether or not
You choose to allow it
To dislodge you

Wake you up from your dreamworld
Counter all that makes sense inside
Pick away at your armor
Until there is nothing left
But bare skin
A pounding heart
And one last open eye
A fervent word spoken
At last