Self-reflection

If I was to send my IBAN
into the world
In the shape of a poem
I wonder...
...

When I was born I couldn't speak

so I cried that was the only way I
could communicate...

I don't even care to know

where I came from

I know i'm a swan.

My heart won’t liberate my spirit,
because it is afraid it doesn’t come back,
If I don’t set...

When the breath of the ocean bed awakens the roses of holy land,
When the echoes of the mirrored sky...

I went to see
my reflection
in the water
and I was blinded
by the sun.

People have talked about stick and stones, but I'm just tired of dealing with it in the first place. Yes, I...

It haunts the edges of sleep, pulling me awake.
It’s etched into my bones, but I feign ignorance...

We are born lost
in hunger and in cry,
among the sounds,
textures, and overwhelming...

There are dreams in hearts, yet smoke clouds every eye—
Why does every face reflect a mirrored lie...

Beyond the smile is a barrage of self hate and internal ridicules that make life so lonely sometimes...

And so it snows
outside, the trees of old
dancing gracefully in the soft winds of winter...

As I sit reflecting on my gracious
and sometimes not so gracious memories
from...