Knives aimed, thundered voices;
Feeble thoughts and shallow reasons;
Blinders on, deafened ears;
Fragile freedom on her knees.
Shame on your bloodied hands!
Shame on your hollow conscience!
This is where it begins--the depths of her despair;
In muffled breaths of dead air.

Your shoes are yours to fill,
and only yours to wear.
Your shoes are yours to change,
and only yours to possess.

Your shoes will take you
to the destination you so desire;
Because darling, your shoes
will never be the same as mine.

The future is uncertain
like a blank canvas,
And you are the painter
of your masterpiece.
Each stroke is important,
as each color is precious.
And your portrait is
the sum of your life's lessons.

I gaze upon my windowpane
as the sun utters its goodbyes.
Mixed hues of blue, red, and orange,
grace the stillness of the summer sky.
I lived within these walls,
48 days and counting.
The light beckons, the heat calls
me out from my endless hiding.
The longing for the wind
and a greeting from my neighbor,
feels like fire in the harshest of winters.
But for now all I have is my window,
my paper and a pen--
giving me faith for a brighter tomorrow,
for this too, shall end.

The concrete jungle
is a mixture of successes
and failed dreams,
And we have been sifting
through this place now
for years.

The lights are dazzling
but sometimes cold,
You're a kindred spirit--
warm, beautiful, and bold.

Please don't let
the concrete jungle
gobble up a flicker of you.
Burn through all the tribulations,
Burn bright,
Burn blue.

Silver clouds
Summer rain
A change of pace
in quarantine.
I look beyond,
majestic skies
I long to wander
the great outside.

Oh dear Chrysanthemum,
You look so joyful dancing with the summer wind.
And your petals are the testament
of your courage and hardwork.

Hello dear Chrysanthemum,
You look so lovely under the midday sun,
But the world has yet to understand,
the pain it took you to bloom.