I dreamed of a storm.
It waited on the edge of the sky,
Dark and intimidated,
And struck when I least expected it.

I ran, but the sky threw stones,
That chased me into my home.
The ceiling collapsed,
Thank God I’m alone

My mother had a temper,
She carried her fire in her voice,
In her demands and her cries.

I do not have a temper,
But I promise I still carry her flame,
It lives in my eyes, in my step.

I know, I do not burn loudly,
But don’t be mislead,
I am made of heat and destruction.

Today it snowed both here and there
But it wasn’t cold here.
I never thought i would miss 17 degrees
Biting at my nose and cheeks.
Homesick.

I enjoy his company
My heart aches for her
What if I’m not ready
To move on?

This bedroom feels more like a cell
But with every day, with all my effort
I am piecing it together.

The moss covers the trees,
Like a thick cloak, a decoration
There is so much life here.

I missed the bus,
And sat on the sidewalk while I waited.
It was dark, the city aglow,
I think I’m okay.