A morning like this
asks for a slow wander,
whatever the street forgets
pockets open to ponder:

A bolt, a feather,
a bit of wire
bent by weather —
each one a quiet suggestion.

By midday the table
gathers its small findings,
and a shape begins to form,
unplanned, but allowed.

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A not so rewritten Memory

Maybe it was the weight of time on my shoulders
Or the peace I’ve been trying to attain for years
But upon taking the step to close the chapter
I finally learned to deal with old doubts and fears

Maybe it’s the decades of molding and shaping
Therapies, seminars, classes or books I’ve read
Or the stoic philosophy I embrace
I’m looking for balance and keeping a cool head

Thank you for always being there, although I cannot see you
I know and feel you, sometimes in the wind and the sun rays
I hear your words and they stir all the emotions under the sun.

Thank you for the subtle signs that I do see and miss
I promise to pay more attention to them.

You have never left; the one I couldn't see
The one that always strive for better than yesterday
How could it be that the voice is so faint
when the worldly ones are loud?

Tonight
I am almost okay

The air feels
A little kinder
On my skin

My tired body
Exhaled
Without permission

The weight inside of me
Shifted just enough
To steady me

And I don’t need to know why
“Almost” is enough

Rewriting Memory

I wished I could’ve said it in a different manner
Then again youth comes with vagary and caprice
Some facades will eventually crack or break down
And eventually the truth seeps out piece by piece

But it wasn’t so much me understanding my true worth
It was knowing that there was a promising path
And yet in the confusion and chaos of it all
I fumbled it badly and didn’t do the math

Oh an ode to my love
From the day we just met to the day you said be mine
You made me smile for so long and uncontrollably
The time we spend together I could only wish it would last forever
Your unconditional love draws me towards you and without a thought I follow

Stuck in this loop;
Where does it end?
And where does it begin?

I win and I lose.
But then, I lose my win.
And then, I win my lose.

I can‘t see where I‘m going,
But I know I‘ll go there.

Is this place good?
Good for me?
Or is it good for the bad parts of me?
Or maybe even bad for the good parts of me.

I keep going round and round,
Will I ever get out?

you are pushing
My buttons
I can't stand that
I am going to scream
In a minute
I don't think that is
Right
I want you to respect me
I need to be respected by you
I also need your prayers
So please pray for me
If you do that you are going
To make me happy
That is the truth
That I am telling you
Good night
See you next week