Would your finger wish your hand harm?
Would your finger wish your arm harm?
Would you?
Well-being is a choice
One that helps the body rejoice
For its master
…
Would you, a small part of this universe
Wish harm
On your larger self
Your whole?
No not at all
Well being comes from well wishing
Wish well
You are more than
A name
A gender
A career choice
You are what’s underneath
Buried deep
And between a definition and another
The essence was lost
Let’s put it back together
And leave definitions for those
Unsure of who they are
I find no need for man-made
Dictionaries
Sometimes
I forget that I can change the channel
That I have the power
Sometimes
I forget that I am
Powerful
This time
I proved my own self wrong
I made my wish with a desire so strong
That even the gods couldn’t refuse it
I stood at the gates of hell
Banging on the flames they held
Wishing to have fled
Before their warnings
And I made it out alive
For you and I
To once more
Be embraced by heaven
I proved myself wrong
When I thought I could not be strong
Enough to withstand this hell I’m in
Tell me why do you keep on giving in?
There’s a subtle difference in our understanding
The picture you paint
And the one I see
Are different
But I nod
Understanding
There is a subtle difference
In our experience
And the memories I had
Are sightly different
Than those you had
Laying next to me
My angel wore no cape
Had no wings
My angel flew in airplanes
She’s crazy more times than sane
My angel has more than one name
She’s
a sister
a mother
a friend
My angel always held my hand
And told me that we’ll be ok
Even if we don’t make it through the day
Heaven awaits
He said
My words
Are not truly mine
I don’t feel the inspiration all the time
Like a river that has run dry
My fruits die
And I
Wait for the dam
To break loose
I ask him
Why
Does he continue to rely
On others to tear down the block
He looks at me with a shock
He realizes
He’s had the tools all along
Feeling empowered and strong
He breaks the barriers
And writes a new song
We were forged out of the same stone
Ages ago
Then we were separated
The big bang scattered us like ash
As they speculated
But the magnetic field was too strong
And it couldn’t have dissipated
Life time after another
We mange to find each other
Putting pieces that were lost
Back together
And the image becomes clear
The memory of that stone
Inches near
Until we become one
Whole again
I have missed you
My dear friend
They wonder why
She sits there
Speaking language she didn’t choose
Getting much too close
To forgetting her mother tongue
Wings sealed in a box
Her brown locs
Painted blonde
They wonder why she changed
She only did it
To survive
It is much too fragile
That thing that you base your life on
The stepping stone
The foundation to it all
It’s much too fragile
Much too wrong
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