Deep in the night the cry of a swallow,
   Under the stars he flew,
Keen as pain was his call to follow
   Over the world to you.

Love in my heart is a cry forever
   Lost as the swallow’s flight,
Seeking for you and never, never
   Stilled by the stars at night.

Within you is the power
To rise above any situation
May the positive energy
Of the universe surround
You and flow through you
Bringing
Peace to your mind
Love to your heart
Calm to your spirit
And happiness to your life

i hate the gritting of my
teeth and the swelling of my
tongue and the beating of my
heart.

i feel it. nausea.
i feel it when i think of you;
i feel it when i think of them,
and what once was and could have been,
and how i let it slip through
my fingers,

cascading gently, gracefully and clumsily
past my cellulite flesh,
forming a deep pool,
for you all to splash about,
while i stay gripped,
by nausea.

it is my own fault -- this nausea
-- for i let it fester and fuel me with
anger and hate, bubbling and boiling
in my chest, but i watched.
i let it happen.
i let the nausea in.

nausea is my name.
it is the feeling of a cry i have been
choking on for what feels like 20 years,
20 years i have not lived but
have instead been gripped
by nausea.