I Emoji

I climb my speckled tomes of granite—yet
I have never been that good at emojis
I can barely grasp hold of my own words
I think my graphical expressive anxiety
Is shrouded deep inside—simply because
I have a hard time gripping emotions
I can’t pick from an assortment of feelings
Interspersed in a scree of sentiments
Interred in mountains of faces and feces
It is far easier for me to scale precipitous
Intimate walls of sheer stone clad in cold
In place of finding that one rocky depiction
I could relate or respond or even recite
I am no emoji—I am a name on your breath
In our calloused climbs of introverted mist
I really appreciate your restoring words
Indomitable in articulating purpose—and
Inscribed in our friendly—untiring hearts