A mind reborn,
Reflecting  and attempting to change my course of action,
contemplation of mistakes and dreams,
only to realize the significance of time not promised.
A need to recognize my hearts' sanctions.

Is the first sip of coffee in the morning
The silence that comes after mourning
Children’s laughter
Beautiful sunsets
Coming to terms with things
Goals accomplished
Affection with no return expected
Living with integrity
Helping humanity
Agreeing to disagree
Breezes on a hot day
Grace is all around us…many blind to it..

Face with no definition,
A shadow, beyond recognition
Once was of you…

A void filled temporarily;
By my mind creating what I thought you should have been.
In and out of my thoughts; threads engrained.

Something that was never mine
It comes to intrude my heart when it wants, till this day
Patiently waiting, for the moment that my mind has deconstructed the idea of you.

It was those days amidst the teenage angst, that were taken for granted.
Where worries and the plight of humanity, were not quite apparent.
A freedom that carried naivety and innocence; fading as time passed by.
In the present, I briefly relive these moments, holding on to them with reverence.

A comfort settles deep inside, with the sound of thunder.

6/2/2016

*2:00 A.M and I awaken by a phone call, knowing my father’s end was near,
No more suffering, no more fear.
Cancer had broken him down, into someone unrecognizable.
My dad had taken his last breathe, passing through this life.
It never really occurred to my mom that he would leave this way.
Always a lonely soul in this world, mind cluttered, and distracted with worry, in  every passing day.
Her sorrow could be heard in the message they left for me, creating disarray.
I came to realize everything would change for us.
So much left undone.
Many things left to finish and piece together.
A man of mystery that has left us to
wonder about whom this man was.
I pray that he finds peace and comfort, which he could not seem to find here.
May his next life be filled with grace,
Remains endeared.

when the night comes silently
and all the world is asleep and still,
when the minutes and seconds
are suspended and slowed down
and the city becomes a whisper,
that is when i wake up.
night time is my time
to feel, to cry, to think, to write,
to be myself, by myself,
on my own terms.
by day i am a walker,
a zombie, a nothing,
just waiting
for the lights to go out.
in the darkness, i am
a beacon of light.

in darkness i am the light.