I Miss Summer

 

I remember sitting in the kitchen

with my coat on

huddled with my sister

by the oven.

The cold outside

stalked us

infiltrated our home

our bodies

but not our hearts.

I held my sister's hands.

We reminisced about the summer

remembering warmer days...

Levitating

Once drowning

in a sea of 

euphemisms, perfectionisms 

hoarding esoteric memories 

stripped down 

to the bare minimum 

slow-paced didactic 

naked truths 

realisms, surrealisms 

a revelation so pure 

I am 

levitating.

My Inner Sunflower

She always seems to know
exactly where the sun will rise
because sunflowers grow best
when closest to the sun.
More resilient
than a lot of other flowers
she doesn't bend as easily.
Her stem is firm.
A blooming sunflower
she's happy, full of faith
and adoration for all that is.
Quite simply:
authentic and unapologetically free.

It's Called Boundaries

My past and present
have collided and are warring
in the most paradoxical sense
In the kindest, most tender
colloquial fashion
I now tell folks
to get the fcuk out of my face
with any and all bullshit.

Broken Hearted

Like an immature puppy
rough housing delicate fine china
it didn't long
for me to break
shattered to pieces
only to be glued together with
apologies and promises to change
always broken
cracks forever visible
my heart, never the same.