Summer coming to a close
I inhale deep breaths of september sunrays
Colours already starting to turn
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: 3rd place 2025
some days,
i wish i liked my reflection.
i wish that i didn't hesitate when saying my name,
afraid of that a look will make me take it back.
i wish i my name didn't feel like an alias,
that i didn't feel like a alien.
i wish i didn't choose their convenience
over my identity,
my truth,
me.
because now,
i look in the mirror and see
a stranger,
a mutation of mistakes.
in my mind
i am him,
but my eyes see a girl,
i see a woman lost
in too many addictions,
doomed to perish
in her own actions,
because she could never see
who she could be,
them,
him,
her.
she didn't have to be her.
she could change,
but life could only offer
a cage around her heart,
and tape around her chest.
her.
I don't want
to
be
her
anymore.
i want more than this.
it's hard to know
that who you are is of
no importance,
not even to those you love.
some days,
i wish i liked my reflection,
but i fear i would rather die
than love myself.
Revising my life
seeking what really matters
letting small things go
Rose up from cloud-base.
Looked around the echoing cave of my skull.
Saw yesterday dancing a gypsy dance with the night.
Saw a little boy looking for his hands,
hands that a mother rarely held.
Sniffed up my nose, hold my breath
until a head grows back again,
at this moment of infinity
it is a deep-thinking cabbage.
Old man snoring
even though his brain is awake
and swimming up toward the light
bones dressed in winter-greens.
Is it time? No, not yet,
it's sun-up
it's once again
bleeding another reason to write
this semi-conscious poem,
a work dedicated
to a shadow pinned to a bare wall.
Transitioning from our spiritual home
We resist our entry, fearing unknown
We’re swaddled and cleaned with scented foam
Our earthly friends say, “This now is your home.”
As infants we fuss commencing great cries
Loved ones comfort and dry our eyes
And when it’s time for transitions once more
We protest and struggle as we did once before
And although we protest and confidence lack
Our heavenly friends greet us with, “Welcome back.”
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