Years ago in Atlanta, I once found a little baby blue parakeet.
Shivering in the cold winter evening terrified.
Alone she sits in front of her pooled blood, eyes closed, gasping for life.
I took her in, and she glistened, she smelled like fresh roses
We danced in the snow, watched those little children play, and sang our song.
She was my soul that rested peacefully.

And one day, she disappeared in front of my eyes.
The hurricanes came back, the lightening struck me as my lips trembling as I cry.
Alone, abandoned by my loved ones for such mistake I never intended to make.
It was a sin, a sin that I made love to him.
And once again, she made me feel complete and whole.
I waited for many years for her return.

Until, few hours ago, she came back with another just like her.
Her eyes sparked as she chirped.
The longing of her disappearance felt like a continuous gyre.
She reached out, hopping into my hand.
She takes him with her, and cuddles between my palm.
I smile at the sight, and sigh as they make love.

We are teenagers and feel pressure to blend into society.
But society provides us a sheltered cage.
A place that we cannot escape.

As teenagers we create our own path but fail.
We are told that we have control over our own future but we are underaged.
Our lives seems far more horrific while we wonder alone.
We must choose whether to, be selfish, kind, brave, intelligent, or honest.

They say, “We must, think about our families. But also, we must think about ourselves”.
We fight to be our true self, we try to be unique and versatile.
We still have the power to define ourselves and be happy.

My dreams hunt my reality.
They use their claws to ****** away life.
They take me down, towards the ground.

My dreams chase my desires.
They thrash down all my hopes.
They linger into my breath, and into my soul.

My past traps my dreams and everything seems impossible now.

My passionate heart thuds to blossom.
They run from the present and walk into the dark.
A sudden wave of voidness rise beneath my body
As they call my name.
They call my name.

I walk alone in the woods remembering us.
I toss and turn, cuddle between pillows wanting to feel your body against mine.

I dance and sing, sing and dance to our song.
The memories of the times we spent, and the feelings we felt, were real, true and pure.

We loved each other dearly but now it is time that we face the truth.
The truth that we must come to an end.
Just know this: I love you now and then.

Our tears spilled the sides of our eyes.
Hot currents electrified our pain as we wonder into divergent paths.
That pain of us being close but yet too far.
The sun sets as our heart rests.
It rises as we rise, and once again our hearts thuds with grief.
Why are we so close yet so far?

The season of rain,
is here to come.
It waits,
until the clouds get dark.
It whispers,
into the ear.
It says,
“...How long, How long…”

The season of rain,
is here to come.
The tree moves,
in the direction-
of the wind.
The breeze probes,
its way in-
Slowly and smoothly.

The season of rain,
is here to come.
She walks down,
the hill and into his arms.
Her hair,
waves at the sky.
Saying,
“I am waiting, I am waiting”

The season of rain,
is here to come.
The birds,
finds it way,
to their nest.
The tiny feet,
rests as the body,
sinks in.
It tucks its head,
and goes to sleep.

The season of rain,
roars-
“I am here, I am here”