what we (want to) say

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah. Don’t worry, I’m fine.” (“I guess?”)

“You sure? Do you want me here?”

“No, you can leave.” (“Please stay.”)

“Sorry. I don’t know what to say.”

“It’s okay. You don’t need to say anything.” (“Tell me everything’s gonna be okay.”)

How many times have we lied to ourselves and others, closing the front gate every time the vulnerable side of us threatens to march in protest, violently shoving the need for a pat on the back or a look of pity we are too ashamed to want down our throats?

How many times have we put up a facade, building a giant wall no one would be able to climb over to see the beautiful side of us—the cracked cement, the abandoned caves, the rabbit holes—we mistake for imperfections rather than a bond uniting all of us, the only thing we actually have in common?

All the words left unspoken… they deserve better. You deserve better.

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Us

The spitting image of my mom, they’d said
I had so much to say about it
not so many nice words, though

How could they say so,
when we were nothing alike

She was a tsunami
I couldn’t stand too close
I wouldn’t have known
when she would implode
and prick me everywhere

I used to think I was better
a calm low tide wave, swaying easily to the rhythm of the sea
Now I know all too well
the wrath of the dumping wave could swallow any living thing

Have they been telling the truth all along?

 

eyewitness

I watched it unfold before my eyes
the raging gust of wind
though invisible, capable of breaking anything standing in its path
sweeping all the leaves away from their home
shaking the leafless trees to the core

I heard the howling wind descending into the darkness of the night
traveling at the speed of light, sending shivers down the calm rivers
awakening the sleeping wolves from their deep slumbers
evoking angry growls that were merely whispers to my ears

the sudden breeze stilled the night, breaking through the calamity
a silver lining peeked through the light red and bronze dawn sky—a greeting from the morning

but the sun let the world sleep a little longer
before rising in its full glory