Merry

A word full of happiness

Making this world away from loneliness

But this time it is not a word

It is more of a world

A feeling like a sun with warm hugs

Or a flower playing with cute bugs

Ha! No. I’m talking about a friend

A friend who will stay till the end

My devils may be at their best

Crying, fearing .. my nights are no rest

I hear you still, my little angel

Loudly ringing the hope you bell

Merry, merry, she is Mary

The first poem I did freely

Free from doubts, from insecurities, from myself

Free to say that merry is my best friend herself