You are where I want to be
You're my best friend
The one who knows me better than me
You've always had this way of looking past the mess that is me
Into my heart, my soul, you see infinity
I never see judgement or fear in your eyes
I see compassion and kindness
The longing I feel, your patience I see
You have and would wait eternities for me
Ever familiar, forever home
Never wavering faith, strong
The solid ground to my constant shifting sands
Arms that feel like home, like they won't ever let me go
Fingertips play me like a piano
Hands so strong and powerful, yet touch me soft as an angel
Lips that kiss life back into my spirit
A tongue that speaks no evil or lies
And a smile like the most beautiful sunrise

When I was little
I was scared
Scared of the monsters living under my bed
I used to hide, under my blanket
Under my blanket, I was safe
The monsters couldn’t reach me under my blanket

My parents used to say
The monsters would go away
I would grow up and that then they would leave

But I grew up
And the monsters didn’t leave
Turns out my monsters, grew with me
Now instead of under my bed
The monsters live inside my head

So I hide, under my blanket
Where I think I am safe
Wondering if after all this time
My blanket can still keep the monsters at bay

An ugly little toy doll
Sits in the corner watching, waiting
for you to come play
Brush her hair, clean her pain

She's waiting for you to come and play
Show her the monsters deep inside her soul
And tell her they'll consume her whole
If she doesn't come and play
Come and play

A pretty little toy doll
Sits in the sun smiling with a song
waiting for you to come say
I'll never paint your smile black

She's waiting for you to come and play
Show her the monsters deep inside her soul
Tell her they'll consume her whole
She's afraid to die slow
Come and play

An ugly little toy doll
sits in the corner watching, waiting
For you to come play
Rip out her hair, tell her she is your pain
Come and play

I’d rather sleep when it’s sunny
And wake when it rains
I’d rather trade all my new clothes
For the ones already stained
I’d rather watch people from a distance
Than get in their way
And I’d rather be the one leaving
So all others could stay

Take air from my lungs
And give flight to the birds
Take sight from my eyes
And leave me with words
Take dreams from my heart
Contentment to bleed
But leave all of your nightmares
They are safer with me

I have come to realize that
we, humans,
have a religion-shaped hole
in all of our hearts.
What do you fill yours with?

A low-flying helicopter
took minds off
a fiery mountain
about to collapse

tempers,
were restless volcanoes,
on a simple issue, dared explode
precious serenity crumbled.


brushes of April winds, fanned
dying embers of bonfire-d days,
revived, and turned them into waves
of red and orange.

hours passed so slow,
silent fires, brightly glowed
all day long......in the mind,
chaos was resurrected.

it was evening in the living room
windows were widely opened,
yet, the whole house was an oven,
everything was hot......hot words,
hot temperature...hot eyes...hot heads
the heat conquered...dwelt in the heads.

soul, became a still life next to the wall
heart rebelled.....vowed never to fall.
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sally b

© Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
   July 5, 2021