A Flower That Lives on the Moon

My brain has a part of it,

A large portion that’s labeled..sadness,

In this area I feel most at home,

Since I can remember I’ve been living here,

For a moment I get breaks..and scheduled visits to the happiness chambers,

And honestly..it really is a chamber of secrets,

Not even Harry can wave his wand in hopes of finding out..what truly makes me happy,

I’ve been looking for over 20 years,

We’re in the 2020s now, maybe I can see it now,

Who am I fooling?

A visitors badge is the only way I’ll ever make it in the happy place,

It’s just something about feeling blue,

Which is ironic since there’s no color,

No sky, no light switch,

I feel handcuffed to my thoughts..that never asked my permission to place me here,

I wish I can hit CTRL on the keyboard,

And have control..in what directions my mind races to,

But I’m no flagger, no GPS.

My brain has a part of it,

A large portion that’s labeled..hope,

You see it comes in many shapes & sizes,

Hope Monday-Friday comes in the form of little people whose minds are sponge like,

Soaking in every thing from Tik Tok dances to math equations to every word that departs my mouth,

A friend of mine asked me..if I was planning on ever having children..I responded I already have 20 plus,

My students are a rainbow that illuminates even the darkest parts of me,

They’re a constant reminder that flowers can bloom in any environment,

Cuz trust me..these kids go through things that’ll make some adults crumble,

And if it’s a cookie..that a student of mine wants..I’ll open up my wallet cuz I’m not sure when’s the last time they ate,

I think it was fate..for me to be surrounded by people who mirror the sun,

I consider myself siblings with the moon..since I spend most of my time in the darkness,

But flowers were once in the ground,

Blind and unaware of their hues,

So maybe..just maybe..I’m a flower that lives on the moon.