I round on geriatric patients in the psych ward every morning.
Today my patient said something that rattled me to my core. She said,
"Don't ever pluck your eyebrows they're so thick and beautiful,
don't ever change yourself because they'll all tell you to,
I did it...." she trailed off. For a moment, I wondered if she was lucid.
I asked her what she meant, but she began rambling unintelligible words. I couldn't get much else out of her except what little wisdom her old tattered brain could muster up.

Seen but have never been heard,
Heard but have never been listened to.
Loved but have never been in love,
Kissed but have never been touched.

We dying
We crying
but we trying

Sunny days are what I preferred
I soaked up the lustrous light on my skin
I awoke in hopes for a new day
As I lived for the sun.

Rainy days are now what I prefer,
I unravel my ample and variegated leaves to soak up every drop
The skys gloomy but so familiar
because now I die for the rain.

I searched for a love that could not be found

I find comfort in chaos