Reflecting back on the week gone by since Saturdays are perfect for overthinking, and capturing some of it into words. Growing Up, a series, about the growing pains and confusions of growing up. (Too many growing, I get it!). Every Saturday.

Reflecting back on the week gone by since Saturdays are perfect for overthinking, and capturing some of it into words. Growing Up, a series, about the growing pains and confusions of growing up. (Too many growing, I get it!). Every Saturday.
The transient moment
when one conversation
is over, and I wait for the next,
searching for eyes that
might accidentally meet mine,
that transient moment
surrounded by faces –
smiling, welcoming,
I understand what alone means
for three seconds.
I go off to find the next.
How strange
is it to have to ask
for keys to
open our own hearts.
To ask someone else
to unlock it,
should the demon
escape from the dungeons.
What fills the heart
is but not a demon,
it is an angel.
Teach him to fly,
perhaps he’ll return to you,
if not, he will be free as
should be.
Teach her to swim,
and she shall conquer
the oceans ahead,
no matter how stormy
the weather.
How strange
is it to have to ask
for keys to
open our own hearts?
Shine!
shine!!
shine!!!
I screamed at
the night sky,
my voice almost
tearing apart,
my lungs
about to burst
into flames
from a burning heart.
But of course
the sun wasn’t
going to shine
unless
it was time.