I Want

I don’t want
To talk about bad things to come
Not about people
Who have succumb to treacherous lives
No weeping
Wailing can disguise.

No, I want
To talk about how my heart soars
My voice roars the beauty of things
And the gentle kindness
A good heart brings.

These,
These are the things
I want to hold
These are the things
I want to be told.
~ Patrice