Bleeding Words

I wished for poetry
A line or two

He said
I will not write for you

I replied
I will write for you

I wrote
Until

There were no words left
And my fingers bled

He stayed true
And did not write for me

Choosing Happiness

If happiness is a choice
Then through my life experience
Conflicts and strife
I will simply choose
Myself happy

Frustrated
At all that could be
Would be
Should be
But is not
And won’t be
You are not a puppet
I don’t hold your strings