wren - Hello Poetry

wren 4d

i sit in the same place as i did last year
desk worn smooth beneath my hand
the sunlight spills through the glass window
just like it always has

here i listen to a new voice speak
a different cadence and a different tone
but i am not listening to the lecture of the teacher
in this place i feel all alone

i look up from my bleeding cuticles
mind refocusing on the words
and for a single aching second
i see it, there you are

your dark red hair catches in the light
the way it always has when you turn to write
laughter just behind your lips
diamond iris sparking like struck flint

standing in front of the board, it is you—
until it isn’t

faster than it came, the illusion shatters
pain sharp as chalk dust in my throat
my heart stumbles like it forgot how to move forward
without you leading it homeward

i miss you more than words can hold
more than ink can write
more than silence can carry

and yet i sit in this room with this new voice
her new name
pretending not to see your ghost
in every empty space

wren Feb 28

*****

one of two
me and you

we can swim in the dark and ill still recognize your face
your smile
your heart
warmer than stars which light the universe and sets me free

you were hand crafted by all who came before
built cell by cell in the womb of the sun
so your brightness reflects on my face
made just for me,

wren Feb 26

silent singer

first there were no words to speak
a romanticized tranquility that took the form of a smile
but there is no happiness in numbness
only empty space

then came the rivers of screams
from the red blood cells that are free
to retire from carrying a life on their back
color a painting on a canvas that never agreed

and at last it was silence once again
this time not from lack of words
but from the ability to pretend
that your bones are not to break from griefs descend

why not be a silent singer if no one will listen
when you strain your pleads past their god-given limit
and i testify against these tired, painful vows
until they lose every ounce of oxygen and finally fizzle out

wren Feb 25

hello old friends

it’s been a while since i last typed this website’s URL
for a time, i didn’t have enough feelings to spare for poetry
but now, as i sit here, fingers dancing across the keys
i’ve decided i have something to say

see, i’ve been doing better—though better is relative.
the happiness i feel is still quiet melody
but it sings louder than last week, louder than the week before.
and maybe someday, it will fill the atmosphere with it’s joyous song

so i return to this place,
where your words welcome me home
and this time, i’ll say it just once—
because i’m here to stay.

hello, old friends

wren Jan 13

returning hugs

can i return
that hug to you now?

i see your face, see you’re struggling
can you tell me how?

to give back your smile and let you feel free
be released from the burden of our lengthy vow?

so can i return
that hug to you now?

then pull back and surrender, erase my grief somehow

wren Jan 8

what the f!ck is bravery?

someone tell me

what the f!ck is bravery?
is it something you can see?
or something you have to be?

how are you brave?
in situations where you’re afraid?
when you have been betrayed?

how do you pretend to be happy?
when you want to give up so badly?
is that what you call bravery?

is bravery a name?
how is it something you obtain?
or is it something you claim?

what the f!ck is bravery?
is it something you can see?
or something you have to be?

someone tell me

wren Dec 2024

the spectrum

each story is different
each eye perceives the painting differently

my eyes see ugly
but hers see beautiful
my eyes see beautiful
but hers see ugly

there is a difference
of how we take in
the vast world around us
the way you see me
the way i see you
are on opposite ends of the spectrum