You can find joy in the rocks
Joy in the leaves
Joy in you
And in me
Joy in everything
About the Creator
L.I.E
Hey, I'm Emily! Thanks for reading. Hope you read something that inspires you. Or something that you find relatable.
Becca
"Everything is so... flat." Denille said stupidly as she looked around her new neighborhood. She looked around at the muted desert where even the smallest sign of life seemed to have given up. The plant life was shrubs that were half cooked by the heat and where there should have been a lawn, a mess of white rocks laid glistening in the sun. Even the sky looked stretched thin, like the sun had ironed it smooth. She’d moved from Riverside, where at least there were hills, but here in Barstow, everything felt baked and brittle.
By Sara Wilson5 days ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
Yes, you can Emily - Keep saying the word joy and you will feel it too.
This poem brings me joy! Your poems are always so uplifting. 💕
Sure can
It all depends on where we wanna find joy. Loved your poem!