Vivid white paper
Stands out against dark lines
Waiting to be written upon.
Words may come
Words may be erased
But thoughts are never ending.
This time,
Write in pen
To immortalize your intentions.
Take action to show improvement-
As all living things
Are a work in progress.
Spinning in circles
Momentum increases
Coils tighten
Until you make impact.
Hitting a wall,
Take a deep breath
Trace your steps
And unwind.
Age-old stories of coming to America
With nothing but minuscule amounts of money
To determine worth
And sell your soul.
How can you free yourself
From societal binds and pressures
Without first succumbing to them?
Monopolize your time
Build properties on your day to day life
And watch them come tumbling down
With every step forward that you make.
Has the patriarchy crushed you?
What about all the world’s woes?
When are we free
If we have done nothing to fight?
Lace your shoes tight
And fight with your sole-
Getting closer to your goal
Step by step.
Exhausted with potential interests
I bury myself deep
Layers upon layers of comfort
Holding me back from exploring.
A fire burns within me
But my cold emotions seek solace.
Envy’s seeds are planted within,
A hint that spring is coming.
How do I plant seeds of hope instead?
I want to change along with the seasons
But what can I do
To break free from old habits
To explore new possibilities
And to find myself whole?
A metamorphosis
Shedding skin
Beauty
And youthful wonder
To gain something more mature.
It’s not abandoning the old
But keeping it in a memory box
Pulling out the past
To renew
Become anew.
What would our lives
Involve on a planet
We evolved to survive?
Are our current threats
Legitimate concerns, or
Have we grown numb
To the harsh realities
Of survival?
Has luxurious living
Weakened our instincts?
Would we be able to
Adapt and thrive
Or would we be
A cautionary tale
Of the dangers of comfort?
Your chilled heart
Races through the wind
To surround me.
Your tender kisses
On my cheeks melt,
A lingering damp greeting.
Let me warm you
As I mold your body
With my fingertips
Until the chill makes them numb-
You’re so beautiful,
I can’t resist the urge
To touch.
