In the month of holidays and reflection, my writing inspiration has struck me in many ways. Explore some of the poems I wrote in December as I graduated, reflected on the year, and trekked through my past(visiting my family for the holidays).
“Young and healthy”
They laugh about how I
Do not know the gift of pain
That creeps up on you as you age
A constant worsen of your
Body shutting down
What fools!
Do they not know my body
Has always been an
Overachiever?
A thing that did not
Listen to the ticks of time
That does not care
About what I am supposed to be
It only knows how to creak my bones
So I cannot stand
It only knows the medication I feed it
So I can survive the day
And pretend to be
I will die soon
My therapist says not to joke about such morbid circumstances
That if my young age and place of birth are any indication
I still have years ahead of me
I accept it will be years until my body is burned into ash
And those around me mourn my black-and-white picture
But I mourn now, not
For the blackness to seep into my vision
I mourn the water that will take:
These memories, who I am and who I will be
No longer experiencing this moment
I mourn knowing I will be a version of myself that is
No longer me
Court of My Mind
Arrest my heart when the pain is too much
Take it captive for holding the knife
For plummeting me into death
Put my mind on trial
Make it answer to the crimes
It has committed; for the
Pain it has caused
Lay my body out on the table
Cold and blue metal
Unforgiving in death
Cut open the skin and
Examine the damage.
Find the reasons the doctors
Could not
I Dance in My Dim Light of the Kitchen
White clumps of flour
Dust my counter
Built up in mounds
Scattered from a careless hand
She sits on the top of the whisp
Her hand curled around her
Stomach, a muffler
For a sound, we can
All hear
She is invisible to the eye
Blending into the powdered dusting
She is silent.
She calls it bravery.
But she can't hear the voices
Shouting down at her
From her perch
She stares at the black marble
And assumes it is the abyss.
The skin of the peel digs into my nail
Flaky but plump
Staining my hands a light orange
In the discarded strands is her face
Soft lines made from strings
Tired eyes
Plump cheeks grown
Too quickly
She is bleeding from a
Stained glass picture
She is trying
To put back together.
The sticky juice clings to her
Organe but she sees red
She calls it what it is.
In the darkness of night, I stand alone
My spoon dipped with the liquid gold
Of peanut butter
The saltness the only cure for my
Late night cravings
My face can’t be found
In the curve of the chocolate
Where their tip bends over
To create a delicate ring
My teeth only find
Sweetness
As I dance along the tile.
Letters
A red seal with a fingerprint
I have grown out of
Handwriting that has only
Grown messier
And a letter full of words I have forgotten
“I am scared”
Me too.
“I have no idea what the future will hold”
Me too.
But laced with
My looming disappointment
Is a future I never thought I'd have
And one I am still fighting for.
A never-ending loop
I don't think I will ever grow out of
There are 5 little words.
“I hope we are happy.”
I am.
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