My Berry

I’ve got a berry,
A sweet, bitter berry,
It’s delectable taste disgusts me,
And it’s blackness enlightens me

It is my berry,
A healthy, dying berry,
One whose hostility keeps me civil,
And whose chill warms me up

My berry is,
One that cares that I don’t care,
One that supports me by not being there,
One that gives, but doesn’t share

My berry is mine,
It’s dullness full of shine,
When you take it from me,
How friendly I will be,
To thy beautiful enemy

You think you can control me,
My berry is delicate, and strong,
Justice will be served,
And you will be rightfully wrong

See, my berry isn’t just a berry,
It is my heart, and it is my soul,
One may try to defy it,
As an antagonist may, without a role.


About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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