My mind is a locked window,
Do you dare to come in?
Insides a little messy.
My thoughts are a little Hazy.
In the counter to your right, there's a pile of unspoken thoughts.
To your left, is the constant overthinking and the flashbacks of the past.
Down the hallway is a river of tears, where a girl hangs out but has only cried for years.
if you look at the ceiling, all you see is cracks.
Ones that are patched, and ones that are ready to cave in.
Enter at your own risk.

I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval

I see you there
suspended for a time
between the shadow
and the light.

You look pale
but peaceful,
in a dream state.

I rest awhile,
a shallow sleep,

then I awake

knowing…

without words
my mind whispers

it’s time

I gently wipe your lips,
brush a stray hair
from your forehead.
It’s all I know to do.

Then I sing
a cherished lullaby
hoping you hear me
hoping it wraps you in love
as my arms wrapped
around you
as a child.

I hold your hand,
kiss your forehead.
In that instant I see
and feel all you’ve been
all that is you

tiny wrinkled infant
delightful, smiling six-month old
curious toddler
proud school age
struggling teen
loving adult

realizing
we're losing all of these,
all that you've been
all that is you

then

I feel your spirit leave…

for that brief moment
I’m overcome with a calm
I can’t describe.

A gift rare and precious –

as I was there
when you entered the world
I was with you
when you left.
     ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~        

"The butterfly counts not months but moments and has time enough."  
Rabinadrath Tagore

These three simple lines
From the pages of my mind
Were so hard to find