My Nana’s last year
Floating high in the sky,
You look unstoppable.
You could make a young girl cry,
If you were poppable.

A bright red balloon,
You’re not predictable or certain
Yet you’re always quite immune,
To the things beyond the curtain.

I love it when you fly,
But fear the destined crash.
I hate to say goodbye,
To the times you had a blast.

When the time comes and you pop
With pieces strewn about
I’ll remember how you never stopped
Loving us, no doubt

I will sleep tight and clean tonight.
So a shower is a must.
To wait until it’s really late, is certainly unjust.
As I step into the spray,
I think hooray,
For there is no better place to let my mind erase,
then the comfort of this place.
I will sleep tight and clean tonight.
Despite the long days way.
I hear  the soft tinker- tinker
of the showers cooling swinker,
As I rub-a-dub-dub my hair
I hear  tapping on my ear, but here I do not fear,
for the power of the shower washes all the tears away.

There are
Choices to make,
Chances to take,
Pieces that quake,
And pieces that break.

But we all have struggles

All stomachs ache,
All families flake,
All friendships shake,
And all dreams are at stake.

When life feels hopeless, we cry together.
When life feels awesome, we fly together
We sigh together
We lie together
We defy together
We try together
And most of all, we are tied together
So when life throws us down, let’s take it together

Sorry, I have no idea. I like to talk about myself. Too much. The good, the bad, the everything. I answer my own questions, I interrupt people. I take over the breakfast conversation with my words.  I take over the lunch conversation with my words. At least my family has dinner to express their… wait that’s me too. I reveal myself to people, so I feel vulnerable. I sink into my own thoughts, but out loud. But sinking can be digging too. I dig in to myself, learning, creating. I express who I am. Who I will become.

The power line outside my window is like me in so many ways.
It is long, but skinny.
Just like me.
The energy, it courses through it and explodes at random moments
Just like me.
It has great potential, but it is confined.
Just like me.

The energy in the powerline is not like me.
It always chooses the simple path, the easy one.
But I like to challenge myself.
It always chooses the path closest to the ground.
But I am a climber.
It has a chosen destination. It knows where it is going.
But I don’t.

I have no idea where my life will lead.

Outside my window I hear planes. They buzz by all night. All day. They are like busy bees, but instead of helping the world they hurt it. Sometimes I like to  watch them as I fall asleep. Two seconds it takes for the plane to disappear and reappear in the next window of my room. One...two...plane. One...two...plane. One...two...no plane. Where is the plane? Three… Did it crash? Four… Did it explode? Five… Are the people okay? Six… My head starts to spin. Like an out of control top, about to spin of the table. Seven... But right before it does, there it is, that plane. Seven seconds later. The fog of Seattle is scary, it hides things. So is change. Scary I mean. When two seconds change to seven, all my thoughts pause for a moment.

My skin is like sand in Hawaii.
Completely white.
Not in a good way.
From afar I could blend in with the whiteboard.
There is no color,
Accept when I run.
When I run, my whole face flushes with an ugly shade of red

My skin is so white that all the other features of me are hidden,
My hair that streams down my back, detailed, shiny,
Unnoticed.
My eyes that sparkle in the sunlight, thoughtful, unique,
Unnoticed.
The freckles that stretch across my face, powerful, plentifull
Unnoticed.