Quandaries + Conundrums

Still finishing  Am I suppose to be done?  A certain death  An ode to camouflage  I am not done  Death will decide for me Otherwise,  I will be here until time ceases  Another word for  Finished?  Metamorphose my structure Despite or maybe Because of  death I will  Continue as a willow  Tree beneath whom you  Will sit where the sun  Through hanging garlands  Of leaves will pierce to  Caress your cheek While you consider that my end Was only my most  Magnificent transformation

Denial has kept me in her arms  I am safe  Here terrified  Wind displaces falling water  Your mistrust, my mistrust  Displaced me miles from  Where when the raindrop separated itself  From the cloud  From the collection of like bodied beings  From the denial that if it held on  It could pretend that it was  Not rain, for its true, it hadn’t yet  Fallen  But its potential outweighed its fear  Clipped a second too soon like a fruit  From a branch severed with scissors  Not by i

A Glimpse into My Journal December 8, 2024 Things pass. Yes, let’s say they pass. I learn a lot about myself every day. There are waves....