One. Truth


She wrote
her feelings on her sleeve
before hitting the stage
and gave it to me
for safe keeping
The applause continues
.. much longer than expected
I still have her sleeve
though I dare stretch it out
She is still that person
who trusts
knowing that her guard
is always on point
even if not by her side
She writes
what’s to be read about her
She writes
and directs her audience
But I, I have her sleeve

The Decision


When I saw the tree
in the Robert Frost novel,
I knew i had crossed over
Glowing sun not damaging me
any further
No sounds that i
could not agree with
No being with demands
who hurled all that is unholy at me
My touch felt like a hug
No seat was necessary
for i knew i was just visiting
All was explained to me
And that was all
I needed to know
I didn’t belong there
Was my soul still not at rest?
I could not adjust to all that serenity
But i knew what was constant before
I knew my mission
Obtain Peace before i had Peace
It’s called the Tree of Life
It’s just not for me, yet