I feel her stir and stroke her hand. My plan is to sedate her, gently bait her to sleep, Just a while longer, to somewhere deep, Where she can keep to her dreams and in those dreams recede.
The seams of this island Are too fragile for her agile hands. When she wakes, she shakes mountains, And tangles the sky by the locks of her hair. And sighs of rain—alert, at her thunderous applause— May as well be daggers for the damage they cause. We’d barely survived her, so I now lay beside her. I wrap her in lullabies, so life may thrive despite her.
I feel her stir, and stroke her hand. There was only ever this feeble plan. The seas are calm; it’s barely dawn. I hold my breath and she slumbers on.
This poem was written after Hurricane María ravaged Puerto Rico in 2017. It denotes my fruitless desperation to control the uncontrollable. It's one of my first.. I hope you enjoy it.
Heart racing, mind pacing... thinking of the times when everything was perfect. One simple **** up and your greatest fears come to haunt you. You close the windows to your mind to keep the bad thoughts out. The thoughts of fears and sadness. But then, the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright. The things we would only wish to never go through. Sometimes we feel broken, hurt... we don’t really understand life. Our demons come to us as things we really like.. music, relationships, material things. Things that eat us up inside and and we fight to keep em in our lives but alas, the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright. We fight and fight knowing that these things are ba *** us but they’re so sweet to the lips like candy in the mouth of a child. We fight to keep these things in our lives because they’re our favourite addiction. Much better than any joint, greater than any video game. We fight and fight to keep these things in our lives, but just when we think we’re about to lose the battle... the monsters get in and sing us lullabies to make us feel alright.