My life is a string
Too tiny it can snap
My life is a rock
Too heavy, it’s a burden
My life is not a story
That I can share with a smile.

I survived a hurricane
I escaped a drought
A heat wave just concluded
Yet I am still alive
Writing…

I wander alone in this world
A world ‘we’ are so many
While they, ‘them’ live a lavish life
We are ravished recklessly
Wondering…

All I need is someone to call mine
A shoulder to lean on
A shoulder to cry on
But still my shoulder rejects my soul
Lamenting…

September 4, 2015