A Call From Misery

Misery calls, I answer:
Not today, dear,
Today I am happy.
Like water, like sun
Elated, unparalleled, petalled love
Runs from my eyes like a kingfisher
Stars falling, honeydewed
Slowing time, felt masked and knighted
Happiness is etched in my wrists
My heart.
To be struck down with the blows
Of all my favourite things
Means I am free of you
I'm happy to be rid of you
Happy, relishing solitude.
Misery calls, I answer:
I'm not yours today, dear.
For today, I am wholly mine.

poem by Effie Yalena Steyn
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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