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Coat of Joy

i used to wear joy like a borrowed coat
it didn’t fit quite right, always wondering if
others saw sleeves too long, bunched up
it was old and worn, slightly out of style
often got hung up on the rack in the entry
but then i remembered, we all arrive naked
coats and clothes are just an afterthought
meant to keep us warm

often function is forgotten
dress to impress attitude feels empty, cold
gray coats of sorrow draining color from soul
all the well-fitting suits like heavy heart armor
hurt attached at sleeve

i took the ensemble to the cleaners
now preserved in plastic wrap
pulled joy with silly bright patterns off the rack
shrugged it back on, no more imperfect than me

as i dance in the streets some tatters fall away
creating need for mending, pieces tucked in pocket
looking up i catch a glimpse of other coats of joy
twirling through the crowd, with closer observation
an unfolding vision of multicolored patches
gave in friendship rich as gold

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