I looked at my lover; adrift with the tide, unsure of which path to choose. I said to him: Take this train, ride on, go find yourself, go find where you belong. You will know, whether to build a new path, or tread the old. He bowed his … Continue reading Go
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
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
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
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?
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
I am not a perfect rose; I am not pristine glass; I am not a white page; I am not April's favorite day. My thorns will cut you deep; my glass will break your reach, yet, my heart is open for you to enter as you please. My list of errors runs long - it … Continue reading Monday’s Mistake
Why do you care for me? asked the sea, Why do you walk miles to be with me? Why do you come back to be hurt again by me? I will answer you, lovely sea; I will tell you why, gladly. Here, I find my favorite things; your waves give me beginnings, high melodies, and … Continue reading Lovely Sea