Well Wishing

A poem about what it feels like to finish one

I let these words depart from me

Like doves wings I let it fly

Sever the flesh presumed diseased

And save my soul from which it died

I leave the room with well wishes

In hopes one day it won’t run dry

If the wishing well you’ve given

Was just a pool of empty lies

I’ll count the pennies, pinch em twice

And make the most of common sense

I let these words depart from me

I miss them when they have to go

I hope they survive the sands of time

The tragic roads I’ve raised them to know

And whoever they shall find

May it plant a seed inside

Teach them how to grow alone

Keep them safe and treat them kind