Forced on an island
With no resources
Except my laptop
And the power of my will.
I plan
I learn
I teach
I scream…
I am alone
Despite being connected
Constant Contact
Back and forth
With no resolution.
Deserted, abandoned
My body
My hope
My will to continue this game.
Embrace my absence
As I embark on my own journey
Leaving this island behind
You will never see me again.
A glance at the stars in the
Middle of the city,
And the sky is shining brighter
Than I remember-
I suddenly feel so small.
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A glance at the stars while we
Play outside at night;
Nothing to guide us home
Except their light,
Feeling protected in their presence.
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A glance at the stars on the
Night we met
Their grace instilling hope.
I smile up at the sky,
Knowing they’re smiling back.
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A glance at the stars with a
Heavy heart and the ghosts of tears
On my face. I can’t see you
But I feel you, wherever you are,
Comforting me like you always have.
Bright-eyed young girl, Curious and crafty, Let’s start a project and learn to crochet. Tiring quickly, She abandoned the lesson. She couldn’t see past the first stitch- Obsessed with chains, with growing taller, The neverending line of connection So easily unfurled. Chains, chains, chains. Chains everywhere and every day. Quickly and carefully created by this crafty girl And unraveled even faster, The impermanence of childhood Displayed through her repetitive ritual. She lost interest as quickly As any other once-inspired child, And many years without crocheted chains passed Before a spark of inspiration woke her from her daze. Timid hands picked up threadbare yarn, dusted with age. Fingers moved as if possessed, Creating chains came so easily And her inner child was elated by the familiarity Of her once daily routine. The desire to unwind, to unfurl Pulled so strong within her, But the necessity To create, to give life, to build something that matters Overcame all else. She kept making chains. She made chains and then kept working. She kept building on the foundation To create something strong Something useful Something beautiful for herself. For herself, she kept creating.
Fate took control
A force to be noted
Unfolded from the start
Of an unknown tune-
A pick against taut strings
Rock the house of our future
Transforming into a dance floor,
Den of movement,
For which we travel through
Until the court rules
Whether our lives
Will be forever intertwined.
You are more
Than the sum
Of your lessons
Since the beginning of your time,
Stepping stones that lead
To potential
Forks, pitfalls, and hills
On this journey of life.
You are more
Than the difference
Of past and future colliding
The Impossible distance
From where you’ve been
And the peaks you’ve conquered
To where you’ll go
Speeding ahead into the unknown.
You are more
Than the quotient
Of your loved ones
Provided by a lottery
Good or bad
And the ones you choose
To reveal yourself to
Based on circumstance.
You are more
Than the product
Of society and individuality,
Pressure and instinct,
Colluding with each other
In public and in private
To create a version of yourself
For your success.
You are more
Than a complex equation
Of contradictories
That takes time and patience
For a solution.
You are more.
You are so much more.
Your chilled heart
Races through the wind
To surround me.
Your tender kisses
On my cheeks melt,
A lingering damp greeting.
Let me warm you
As I mold your body
With my fingertips
Until the chill makes them numb-
You’re so beautiful,
I can’t resist the urge
To touch.
Age allows vanity-
Put your best face forward
And show your grace and grin.
Feeling like a million bucks
With someone else’s hair.
It’s the only way I knew you
And you were loving
And perfect.
What a shock that those faux locks
Weren’t yours,
But it changed nothing.
It’s been years,
And yet, I wonder…
Were you buried whole
Or is your pièce de résistance missing?
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I wonder
What my life would be
Had I never met you.
It would have been bliss
Not to endure
The lie, fights, pain
And ignorance.
But where would I be today
If I hadn’t been
By your side
When no one else was?
Would I know how
To support myself and others?
Would I love to teach growth?
Would I love to heal
Tender wounds with tender words?
Are these traits
Ingrained in me
Or were they gifts from the past?
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Words cannot express
The feeling that loss creates
When it inhabits your bones.
Who do you call
Who do you turn to
When there is no one to see your pain?
What do you say
When there are no words
For how you feel?
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Our visit was brief
But necessary.
It was good to
Get back to my roots-
Seeing you
Brought back so many memories.
Hearing you call out to me
Made me feel like a toddler
Stumbling over their feet
When they’re learning to walk,
But trusting
That you’ll be there
To catch them
When they fall.
Thank you for reminding me
Of who I am-
The strength I was born with.
Our bittersweet goodbyes
Will not last forever.
I leave,
Walking away
With sand trailing behind me,
But turn back
For one last glance.
Just in time
To watch you wave.
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