namaste!

I have to two little sisters and I am thrilled!
My Katherine woke me up at 7:15 am. She whispered, “Mya, I’m bored.”
I got out of bed and told her we’d do something.
After we shared a meal on our living room floor and after she kicked my butt in “Sorry!” twice, I looked at her and thanked her for waking me up.

I’m been waiting my whole life for my little sister to wake me up

and teach me the beauty of 7:15 am.

I have spent years

Reading Neruda’s expressions of

Darkened love, glorified lust

I understood another’s yearning

Through sonnets

Shakespeare’s dramatic couplets

The unpredictable formats of

Whitman.

I have spent hours

Searching for verses

That expressed this for me

So that perhaps I could

Spend my time learning you

Rather than writing you

But I can’t find it.

I don’t see you in another’s

Words.

I’m beginning to think that

Poets are not born poets

That they’re forced into

Imagery, metaphors, and symbols

I write because if I don’t

Write you, no one else will

If I don’t explain you

Our love will only exist

Now.

I’m not usually boastful,

But today I’ll give in a little

And swear we’re different.

I began doubting my inspiration

Months have gone by since I’ve written

My voice feels foreign

As I read my own words

Feelings are there

And their intensity is beyond

my four stanza definitions

Yet they blind me.

Years of melancholic verses

Thousands of well thought

Phrases, that were left

Unread.

But today, I write of joy

Of new beginnings

Easy conversations with beauty

Himself

Allow me to write you

Read you

And to never stop

Describing you.

You’re an underlying tone

A sort of unnamed force

Something I once owned

But away is my course

Miles and miles

Across oceans and closer to me

Perfection within our smiles

You don’t know who to be

No longer mine

I’m all right with transience

But you know time

She once stole happiness

Release me gravity

Because

  I’m being

  I’m loving

  I’m growing

  I’m screaming

Without your body.