Category: longing

What we are Becoming

We believe in curses. The names we’ve been called, The feeling we were being Overlooked on the playground   The whispers behind our backs The quickly muttered greetings & sideways glances Hands held between people   But not ours. We shared our lunch with…

Enough

I stand here in the rain watching you run so you don’t get your hair wet. Such a difference between us. All the time- making it seem like there is no reason for what I do. But I love it. All the droplets falling…

Goodbye

We stayed on shore As you floated past us In your restful bed The end wasn’t as you expected You didn’t suffer And we didn’t cry But I smiled To know that things Would be different now The leaves changed from pink to Gold…

Uncomfort

We do all sorts of things we’re uncomfortable with. We become all sorts of people we’re uncomfortable with. We keep changing, so slowly at first that we never notice until one day, we look in the mirror, and the eyes staring back are unfamiliar…

Why I don’t Write

Do I write for fun? Or when the power of words hit me? Do I write to process, to understand The beauty of things that surround? Would I write if energy was freely given, Flowing to me in a continuous And purifying rain of…

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