1: Conversation

it’s the conversation they’re not having–
the one that hangs heavy in the room,
the silence deafening the longer they stay there,
what had once been a home now a tomb
of unspoken emotions
and unfulfilled dreams
it’s life, she tells herself every morning,
one that’s long broken from its seams.

Daily Prompt

The World is A Mess

the world is a mess
a great stinking mess
where animals are dying their time
and all we do is protest
that it’s not our fault–
for it’s survival of the fittest
you can’t blame it on global warming, girl,
that bear simply failed life’s test.
But what do I know about the world around me
where deeds so dark
have become part of reality,
where a brush of a hand is now sexual assault
and forcing one to have sex with another
has got to be ‘their’ fault,
where children are no longer immune
to weapons that leave them maimed and dead
where the world turns a blind eye
to every bit of bad news they’ve read
for it’s too overwhelming when on days like this
I don’t know who to believe anymore
and sometimes, ignorance can be bliss
but I can’t remain asleep forever, I can’t ignore
the world is a mess,
the life that I once knew
is no more.

via Daily Prompt: Theory

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Belong

I remember the days
when I jokingly wrote about
the things I feared the most,
I think it was zombies
and earthquakes
Until the day came
when simply the act
of walking out my door
pretty much does it

because I’m not white,
and I’m an immigrant.
And somewhere out there,
someone is angrily
and righteously thinking,
that I don’t belong.

And in their hateful eyes,
they’re convinced they’re not wrong.

Reprieve

it’s a different world out there
a sense of darkness lingers in the air
where hatred and prejudice have claimed the day,
where humanness and compassion have lost their way

will hatred win and will love lose?
what now should our children choose
when words of hatred spew from everywhere
from mouths of leaders who do not care?

where courageous acts go unnoticed
indifference reigns, a sad prognosis
for the world that once was, nothing but a dream now
how do we move on? I no longer know how.

via Daily Prompt: Reprieve

Unmoored

she’s feeling unmoored
undone
not knowing if she’s awake
or caught in the web she’d spun

seeking solace in her thoughts,
she pensively weaves
threads of happiness and laughter
and sweet deceit

until he comes,
unsuspecting
caught in the lies she tells,
unrelenting

in her need for submission
to his desires
until he rules her heart
and quenches her fires

via Daily Prompt: Unmoored

Disguise

she gets stronger every day
I can see it
and with every breath that she takes
she believes it
one step at a time,
word after word
she’s been shaken to the core
her foundations stirred
but she’ll emerge from the ashes
like the sunrise
for underneath the pain she bears
she’s a phoenix in disguise

Floating

it was always the same
it never changed
that moment she’d feel herself floating
whenever the bad things happened again

her mind told her it was temporary
such things always were
but 40 years after it happened
she realized that her mind simply lied to her

for what else could it tell her,
unable to help any other way?
for when those bad things happened again and again,
there was nothing she – or her mind – could do to get away

For Loida

life is too short
for worries you can’t take to your grave
no matter what our weaknesses,
be kind, be true, be brave
be real, be happy,
be you
be authentic no matter
what you decide to do

you were here one day
and then on Sunday, you were gone
so much work yet to be done
life is simply too short
and so unfair –
i still can’t believe you’re gone.

Note: I’m shocked as I lie in my bed tonight half the world away, having just learned my cousin died of a heart attack at 48. It’s so weird how Facebook has become the only avenue for people to connect and record passages. Still, she was too young… Rest In Peace, Loida ❤️

The Things He Left Behind

the things he left behind
sit on his favorite desk
masculine and so refined,
so tempting; it’s hard to resist
touching them beneath my fingers,
feeling the cold steel and worn leather
everything reminding me of him
and his unrepenting tether