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I thought
If I could teach him a word or two
Something familiar
Something I once knew
From the words my family used to say
Or a lullaby
That takes fears away
If I could mimic HOME
Within a house
I could root myself
With my spouse
And create a new language
Not entirely his
Neither my own
Ours
In a new home
For hours, in lines we waited
Feet bare
Flies and mosquitoes hung in the air
The afternoon sun could not be kind
As it left no shelter for us to hide
Until we got our sacks of flour and some rice
Enough to fill our bellies and dampen our cries
She remembered a sky glowing red
Noises in her head
Figures that screamed
Others that whispered
And some that bled
She remembered joyful wonder
Cries of surrender
Stars that wept
Nights when she slept
On a warm earth
Nothing else beneath
No sheets no shields
She remembered before she was this magnificent tree
She was a woman
Wondering what she’ll be
When this earth turns to dust
Silent was the crowd
After moments of obstreperous cheering
As they learned that her death
Was not in the script
Was not in the play
But they couldn’t help staring
Did you ever think to bring a second candle?
The optimist in you did not think the darkness will last
The wax dripping off of its handle
As it burns much too fast
But I who’s seen darkness, I who was birthed away from light
I hoard all the candles
Fearing that they might
Not be enough
I think I lost my way
Trying to figure out a new destination
I think I lost my purpose
Following this automatic navigation
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A tattoo
Of a name I used to know
Of hot summers
And dancing in the snow
A tattoo of what I long to remember
Lines on my hands
That remind me of December
And July
Reasons why
I wrote it once
A life time ago
Secrets I long to know
There’s a corner so small
That fit me perfectly
In my childhood home
Where I loved to be
There’s a smell
Of what?
I can no longer tell
But it comforted me
There are places that I know
I’ll never again see
Circumstances
That I wished have gone differently
There are pieces scattered
Along the Mediterranean sea
Pieces of me
Still stuck in a small corner
Of a childhood home
Where life played out
Perfectly
Can you feel it
A circle completing itself
Through you
Through the generations
You’re the shooting star
The one that spiralled far
Reaching the infinity
That they always talked about
But never realized
You’re the continuation
Of many generations
You are
A scroll
A story told
A never ending beginning
You’re millions of tales spinning
But you’re only a day old
In this universal hold
We can’t wait for the stories
You’ll be telling
I stretched out my dusty wings
Shedding thousands of years
Away
Breaking the silence of my peers
Turning our dark tears
To fire
Reigniting an ancient flame
Reminding the world of our name
As I flew higher
I could no longer deny my true desire
I was born
For this rebirth
Born to inspire
