Blackout Poetry Notes

You Can Sing

Enough wasted time on hurt,
why cry if you can sing?

Abandon destiny
as it is obvious
you can do anything.

It does vex me that we are
unjust for our pride,
we must feel equal to those
who are not the same as us.

Under this roof, you'll
look back and think
the long confinement produced much despondency,
but the sick were strong enough
to recover.

Happiness is a
taste of emotion,
of love so perfect.

Anxiety and uncertain fear
could crush a mind - I want
you to quiet yourself.

Sadly, the world rolled by,
watching us
dream a 
broken delusion.

Brown ringlets falling from a
beauty so natural
you dared hardly look.

Forest trees
and wild flowers
blossom with vigorous
freedom
in summer light.

Her spirit and heart came round
out of doors: She would be happy
entirely alone,
and every breath so
full of life.