The version of me you never met
Was the best secret that I ever kept

False smiles and a witty joke
You'll never see past the positivity cloak

Why would I tell you I'm not fine
When you don't let me in your mind

Hair up and makeup done
You'll never see me in the evening sun

Meals prepped, trash stashed away
You hear only what I want to say

Even this account is best kept private
If you knew my truth, you'd never survive it

I float in the painting of my life,
Dazzled in drying plumes of
Opulent colour. Ahead, the black
Of not yet whispers to my canvas.

She walked through life as if running isn’t enough
Her palms were filled with absence
Her nights heavy with unfinished words

She knew it wasn’t the end—
Only another bruise of time
Another echo she had to forgive

To graze within this end
Was to cradle sorrow like a fading rose
Bleeding beauty into silence

And still she chose—
to make life bloom—
when the moon glares at her doom
To smile even when forever ends


Erennwrites

the mud is still fresh
from last night's rain

but twigs still crunch
beneath my feet

the leaves are green
as we are deep into Summer

birds chirp
squirrels scale

the trunks of trees
and I wonder


and about the price
of tea

in China

“Try and be patient,
Have plenty of hobbies,
Keep your friends,
We do need them
Even if we don’t always think the same as them,
Be happy -
Even if you have to work at it”

the clouds tonight
once white, floating in blue skies
reappear
in the dark, in the light
from a waning moon