I PUBLISHED A BOOK OF POETRY

GUYS!!! I finally did it. I published a book of my poetry and you can go buy it right now on Amazon!!!!! Here’s the link: 

On The Way Home: A Collection of Poems, by Olivia Gwyn

I’m screaming. Thank you to everyone on this space who has made me feel like I have something worth saying. I don’t know where I’d be without you guys!!!!

THANK YOU. THANK YOU.

Now look at how pretty she is!!!! The cover is a picture of my backyard where I grew up. Where it all started. Crying. I’m so proud of this little book and I’m so excited for you guys to have it IN YOUR HANDS!! Whoooo!

Go get your own copy HERE.

 

There is a plane passing overhead

Someone heading to Greece 

For the first time in their short life

The sun is shining

And there is so much to look forward to

The birds are playing hide and seek together

And some ladies down the sidewalk join them in laughter

There is a lawn mower running in the distance

The sun goes down so early

As the dog barks at nothing

And I am watching

All my inconveniences 

And the earth laughs in my face with its beauty

I know the world is an ugly place

But tonight I will stop doing the dishes

And listen to the kids down the street play basketball

And watch the dad with a colorful backpack

Walk his child home from school, listening to his day

I will smell the spice of our downstairs neighbor’s dinner

I will hear the birds forgetting it’s almost winter time

I will breathe in the last taste of autumn

I will sit on my little porch

I will watch

What a gift–

Of watching

I will try too hard to remember 

How good it feels to be alive right now

In a world like this

I will try too hard to remember

For the dark days ahead

And for all the days of light shining eternal in the distance

I am asking
For words that are good
 
I am asking 
Because when I am writing 
I am asking
And answering and noticing and searching and learning and realizing and asking again
 
I am asking 
Because these words
Can’t be taken back
 
Because there’s a kind of eternal 
Power in words
Written down
On paper
Spoken to–
 
Who knows?
A thousand minds, hearts
I’ve never met
 
And sometimes,
I am scared

So, God–I am asking
Please make them good