When I met you, something clicked.
Like a skeleton key in an old lock, slow but sure.
Only it opened a door
to a room not ready to be lived in.
Dust of the past lay heavy in nooks that lay forgotten.
Cobwebs clung to keepsakes
kept locked away far too long.
Still, I let the light in.
I dusted the areas I was allowed to reach
and left a few flowers in my wake.
I wear that key, close to my heart,
in the hope that one day I may call it home.
I stop by to dust when I’m asked,
but one day I fear,
this key will become a key to nowhere.
Sober command to a shattered heart. I am trying to read.
Pensive gaze transfixed,
content with chocolate in hand,
staring into the looking-glass of my own words… “Shh…” I am trying to read. “Evolve, Dear Heart, Stay your course. Steer your soul toward solitude. The coming world is a lonely place for the chaotic.” “Shh…” “Breathe, eat your reesecup and live vividly, as if your dreams had come alive, because they will. His loving proposal will come in 2018. Avoid the convention to choose differently than I did.” “Shh…” “Listen to your inner voice and meditate. It will help to prepare for losing our job in 2022, but the transition to editor will be smoother. P.S. the weight gain wasn’t caused by the chocolate! It was stress, so be mindful of that too! “Shh…”
Sober command to a fragmented mind… I am trying to comprehend.
Would I listen and prepare?
In that moment, if known in advance…
looking into my destiny,
mirrored by my own words… “Shh…”
Last bit of reesecup… song coming to an end…
All thoughts finally silent… “Shh…”
Time for sleep
and silently tossed the letter aside.
a poet unrefined yet amicable
thought frivolous by the masses
a student once
confined by society’s classes
and still none of the above
a woman a mother
a writer beyond the labels
a writer as long as i’m able
i am my pen
i am my words
i free the masses
stuck in countless classes
i write because it heals
it conveys the way i feel
a portal so I know the world is real
it is all i know how to be
through which the world sees
adjectives used to describe a life
“I’m going swimming”
an irrational, yet distinct cry
she thought it was all she’d need
but they gave no heed
they thought she just needed to find herself
if corrected, could have saved a life