happydancer

When I look out through my window,
I see a picture that has been painted
by Mother. With her soft hands & quill
pen, she sketches the mountains &
paints the skies. She crafts tall trees

under red roof i feel safe
for i live with the woman who caresses me 
when i bawl and whose breasts i was held
close to after falling from the womb. who 
makes chai tea simmered in whispers of 

Even though this pandemic has been an extremely difficult experience, I have been trying to find some positivity within the darkness.

when red embers
bleach my open
eyes in pool chlorine
and tears burst from
new wells. i 
think about how 
lucky i am to have 
independent eyes.

when my mind
is full of thoughts

My heart is quite like yours
Sometimes I forget to trust it
Sometimes it works faster than my brain

My tears are quite like yours
I get sad just like you
And then I curl up in bed
Waiting for it to pass

juxtaposed in the density
of gloomy skies, i know
that luminosity is out there.
she knows that sometimes 
you have to feel your 
entire body aching and 
your cheeks shattered with