I am blank.
Like an artist
With his easel stood in front,
Brush in hand,
But no muse.
-my

Describe yourself in one word,
He said.
“weak”
I replied with all my strength.
-my

There's something about the rain.
How it goes from a raging storm
Ready to destroy,
To an oasis of serenity
A sense of calm
In just a matter of seconds.
I wish I could do the same.
-my

Mama told me to be careful in the gardens.
She said sometimes ivy is hidden between the flowers;
It's poisonous.
I would still play in them,
Their beauty pulling me in,
Innocently.
I failed to realize what she meant,
At the time.
But now life has taught me
To see the ivy,
Entwined with every flower I see.

-my