An Original Poem by: Axton N.O. Mitchell
I’m learning to make lemonade
where my lemons are.
If that is all life is going to hand to me.
I will make something from all the
lessons I learned and continue too.
No longer allowing myself to continue
brooding over what should have,
could have,
would have been.
No matter what life throws my direction
I can only elevate above the shit.
I will continue to be the man I was raised
to transition to.
Forever serving you my
lemonade in different flavors of
emotions painting a mural of
my life in different fonts.
Hopefully,
those who resonate won’t be so
alone after they read m vulnerability,
every page I print covered in it.
