Tucked away safely
within a closet...
I was an awkward child.
Stumbling over my feet...
Back to back, separate mattresses:
we stare at the ceiling, blind our eyes on skype...
My frustration weeps
on palette void of colour...
There it is, Earth finally in sight
Reminding me of her again...
I am Tuesday's child,
born on an August morning...
A lifelong journey
Beaten paths I've worn...
Oh Mirror I stand in front of thee,
And peer inside your realm of glee...
Birth of a new year awoke
with a future killed...
Hello Mom P-
It's been a year and ten months...
If it were for me,
I'd search between pages and pages...
To share the same feelings with another
as if sharing the same vein, attached...