
Poet trying
To wake up
Song in my heart
Sad on my lips
Words in the works
Looking for bliss
Slipping far from the morning stretch
Window sun rays and alarm clocks
Pretty happy
A new race beginning
That goodbye bittersweet
But building a bridge that I feel
Will force me to grow up
And stand free of the secrets
Sole soldier and strong
The vulnerability of eyeliner tears
This one story of a girls writing story lines on her arms
Reminds me of the things I carry in memories
That chemical nostalgia buried in doctors notes and a fuzzy decade called my twenties
Could I say I think love or freedom or maybe just China is on the horizon
And I’m looking forward to flying away
Somewhere different
Where the language doesn’t hold words
Trapping words
Like success, promotions, pregnancies, diplomas
The pride lost in my self-disappointment
While part of a bigger plan
A schema of otherworldly origination
The celestial destination
The sacrificial setting of the human situation
Knees bent and grace grabbing this,
Redemption’s enumerations.
Piling piling high
The trail of tears to the sky
It’s living.
Each day supposed to die
Each day afraid to try
Stopped by the hundred reasons to cry