Gliding in my thoughts
Drawing lines of no belief
Stamps of words on me
Life does not seem so linear at all

Void in my thoughts
Vehemence of the violent voices
Rolling over my softness
Sharpness in a round room of life

Silence in my thoughts
Evaporated lines of tissue and devotion
Fragmented injury allot
An isolated point in the middle of life

An edge in my thoughts
Laying out the same unvaried harshness
Crying not in my name
Non-echoing affinity bouncing off my life

Pause in my thoughts
Shadows in frequencies of low and strong
Sing in parity with
Charm and wonder in disjointed arms of life

One insane, and two to be
I love you on this road
And the one next to me

Hand in hand, reaching out
Just a gentle touch, two tips to brush,
Will we ever meet, I wonder

Wearer with no questions to ask,
Three spins, yours, mine, and once a thought
Surely this is more than that

All textures are laid out of me
Cold veil of shame and a fear of losing you
For once to make a decisive look

Receiving and ending, you, a ghostly you
Vacillating soul of no ponder
Leaves a floating trail and others to wonder.

Poor and pity, somehow fallen
From the purity surrounded
That I meant to mean.

Either sorrow in silence
Or vengeance I must seek
These are the options for recovery
My illegitimate soul weeps.

My heart is stomping, creating storm,
Ghostly fear discovers
A nauseating essence of human form.

Time limit for trauma
Is accepted to cease
In the absence of hurt
Not a minute more, please.

Curtains pulled to cover
The heinous crimes of all
Society’s trauma blindness
Is in woman’s unrecovered core.

Moving stillness in a sitting traffic,
I am speaking
But my lips don’t move at all.

How can I see?
The spring in its silver notes,
Sweet sounds of watering, with
The meadows that are meant to be.
A linear existence emerging
From the synchronicity of sprout

The greenness that comes to caress
Soul of the spring time, which
Captures a stillness of the growth.
A beauty of change, that doesn’t resonate
In the bloom of life, but rather
During the glisten of withering light

How can I compare
Duality of change in nature
Newly born buds predictability,
With my spirits unfolding
Yet to come so frequently

In the face of bitter winter,
Steps taken towards the tempest
Imprints the raw snow,
So willing for a fervid journey
It burns onto a spring plain,
Only in a hindsight
You see the change in true life