Poems from Johnson_h

Any minute now,  I will be called to give back my instrument that has served me for four years, I’ve been counting down the days until I’d...
Girls, We think Love, is a funny thing, It tells us we’re supposed to like flowers and butterflies, And boys who give us both, It tells us...
High functioning anxiety, The name does not sound scary outloud, It sounds manageable. Like an airbag to fall back on at the end of a...
For 8 years, on every wednesday night, my CCD class and I would sit in mass, eyes closed, with folded hands, The youth leaders, who were...
When It’s Over  Inspired by Mary Oliver   I am one of the few,  Who hasn’t known the loss,  Except the feeling of being lost,   So I couldn...

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