LIKED

This is a poetry one. I get some moments when I feel like crafting a poem, others when I’m not so fussed. I’ll understand if this is not your cup of tea.

This one came out of thinking about social media and how it all makes me feel. I thought about posting it, but as you’ll see, it might be really quite ironic to do so - both for me and anyone who genuinely hovers over the reactions button. I don’t mind irony, but I think it might undermine itself if it appeared on fizzlebook...

Liked

Funny or witty

Or clever or right

Or handsome or

Blessed or just

Beautifully bright:

With a little pink

Love heart or

Thumbs up in blue...

Seems whether I’m

‘Liked’ is now all

Down to you.

As you trade 

Your reactions for

Dopamine clicks

And my confidence

Soars in the

Chemical mix

Like a stamp of

Approval I

Didn’t require;

Now burns in my

Skin like a

Digital fire!

So I scramble for

Loves, or a retweet

Or two

And I post something

Poignant, or stolen,

Or true

But I wonder deep down

In the heart I once knew

Is whether I’m ‘liked’

Really all down to you?