I still remember Albert. He was an aged tree. I was a young leaf, blowing over his land. We met once; I sat across from him, heartbroken, torn, seeking answers: Tell me where to go. Tell me who I should be. Tell me who I will meet. And so, Albert asked me: … Continue reading Albert
Waiting
I see her with my own fearful gaze, looking back at me, a little puzzled, a little suspicious. I stand alone at this empty terminal, with no one else, but her. Who is she? I wonder. But I have wondered. What does she know? I thought I knew, the meaning behind her name. But that … Continue reading Waiting
Painters and Love Rhymers
I walked between one, two, three rows, and found my way out that door, on the last day of biased lessons, and too many favorites. I skipped the celebration - no need to fake happiness amongst empty shells. I found another podium, one far away from these halls that trapped me here for 365 days. … Continue reading Painters and Love Rhymers
Forgive Me
I am not perfect - in fact, far from it. Nor am I at all strict - too delicate for it. Yet, not enough to enter heaven's doors, nor worthy enough to walk on your humble floors. Will you forgive me, for everything I can admit to now, freely? I was a ball of fire, … Continue reading Forgive Me
Right or Left?
Walk out the door, take my heart with you, while you choose - right or left? I turn back, I look at your empty spot; stark and engulfing. I wonder - right or left? Your right is a great path; one you have treaded for two years, carving your matching initials along the way. She … Continue reading Right or Left?
Redeemed
I met a man by the name of Paul, in a room full of red chairs, down a hall with three closed doors, in a building with hanging purple banners; home to three masters, puppets of these purple banners, followers of anyone with a crown. I earned a pass, a right to enter their closed … Continue reading Redeemed
My Truth
Your truth broke me, right when the clock hit three. Your truth came back to haunt me, to tell me what could have been. Oh, if only I had been perfect, but I crumble at the sound of the truth. Now you wrap me with open arms, and fill me with quiet strength to hear … Continue reading My Truth
