One day, my body will wilt
like a white rose
and my soul will fly
to the familiar lands
where I once stood
and to the familiar hearts
where I once nested
When that day appears,
I will become the light
made from the evenings
when the sun and the moon
share the sky
I will become
an orange shade of yellow;
a color which only some
see the beauty in
I will become the forest
of grass covering Virginia
like a cool cloth
and I will become
a satellite call
for the lost and lonely
hearts wandering this earth
in search of an answer
to fill their empty spirits
I will become the universe's
There are no accidents
and he would have found us one way or another.
Everything comes full circle.
Be grateful it was sooner rather than later. You’ll think it harsh of me to say so, but no explanation I offer will satisfy you.
Please don’t be angry when I tell you that you seek resolutions and explanations because you’re young.
But you will understand this one day.
And when it happens, I want you to imagine me there to greet you, our lives stretched out ahead of us,
a perpetual sunrise.
But until then, there must be no contact between us.
I have much to do, and you, my darling, even more.
Please believe that I would do anything to see you happy.
So, I do the only thing I can…
I release you.
You don't understand.
You won't understand.
And that's okay.
Because I don't even understand
But I'll let you in on a little secret
(that you still won't understand)-
It is love that gives us the air to breathe
and it is love that smothers us like chloroform
It is the poetry pulled from our blood streams
It is that one broken traffic light during a storm
It is our skin tingling from touch,
anticipating the next
and it is human nature.
I cannot explain
this feeling that resides within my soul,
but I do know
that this feeling takes precedence in life.
You're just better at hiding it than I am
and for that,
I feel sorry for you.
You'll never understand.
And that's okay.
Recently, I have listened to a voice-
an echo in the far-off caverns of my mind,
a melody ringing through my ears
vibrating beneath my ribcage
This voice carries weight upon my chest,
a feeling similar to heartbreak-
For I do not feel empty
and I do not feel broken
As I fixate on the hues that the great sky
offers to the sun,
I cannot help but have faith
in the unknown
the unknown is given a name.
the unknown does not exist.
But for me,
the unknown comes
in so many forms-
it is the scent of lavender and linen
it is the taste of both salt and sugar
it is the ocean surrounding my being
as I tread through my own tears-
overwhelmed by the beauty
of this life
that I am given
it is an anonymous poem...
leaving me wondering
which artistic soul conjured up
these intricate thoughts
written down on a tear-stained page
Most importantly, though?
It is love. It is love. It is love.