Point of View

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

 

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Angel

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

Dam

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

 

 

 

Pieces

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

Change

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