I Was Here Last Week

I was here last week using the blood-stained tears of adversity to document the quarrels of my mind on your walls The passion that went into each stroke held tightly in each breath could not be matched I was here last after everyone else had gone home in spirits high on a wind I couldn’t catch their tears long-since dried their thirst for an end to hurt already quenched I was here The crooked trail of my footprints and the half-empty glass with my lipstick still in place You can still see my shadow swaying slightly to a song only I heard rocking to the beat of an earthquake no one else noticed I was in complete submission to this place Each story on these walls I thought was mine a lesson to learn to be melted down in a pot that would culminate to embody my change my freedom I felt the certainty of a new day played out in your smile your quiet reassurances Knew that hope wasn’t as farfetched as the queens of my history once vouched If need be, I’ll be here again tomorrow