Portals to Bliss

A poem

Photo by Phil Botha on Unsplash

Portal opens, and tiny

Porcelain stars rain down, like pure

Poetry, as I

Pocket the stars, I look out at the

Pond and see the

Potential in the shimmering water, up in the sky

Polaris , steadying the sky, serves as

Police protecting dreamers, a

Poker player who deals winning hands of hope, and will

Poison self doubt. The

Poverty of this earth’s strife dissipates and like a small child, a

Pink pony emerges.