All sight in diamonds
as I sit at the bay
window in which I see-
my eyes, they cannot help
but see in segments.
Maybe it was my childhood that was broken.
Though, this bitter breeze bites at me,
I am whole in this place.
Overcrowded by ceilings that were too low,
Even for my little legs that held me.
A book-Holes.
A book engraved in my mind,
Though maybe it’s the holes
that were made in my soul
As a child.
But there is green,
Everywhere there is green.
Though, Nature picks me like a flower
‘She loves me, she loves me not’-
Tormenting me as the rain makes me grow.