You are the hand holding me afloat when I am drowning
You are the song of my inside turmoil which turned into lyrics
You are there for me when I am pretending to be strong for the world to see
You are my dear friend, whom I wish never to take for granted
You will be there when my sad face turns into a sunflower once again
You used to go anywhere,
hopped on a train,
caught a plane
to be there,
if only in the hope of a chance
to be with your girl.
Nowadays,
you don’t move,
you stay put.
Love has to find a way
to meet you
in your comfort zone.
I bought a ticket
to come as far as I can.
Even with clipped wings,
you have to pack your bag,
meet me in Boston
for an awkward hug,
for a chat over tea.
If you don’t want to stay,
just wait five minutes
to give it another chance,
to give me another reason
not to run away.
*When I can’t write, I ask for help. Benjamin Grossman helped me to write this piece through collaboration. Thank you my friend.
I stopped sending you letters
on your wedding day
Still, I keep writing
In my mind, you are still my loyal reader
Dreams are the cubby-house I built for us
where our memories live
If I am asked to explain myself to you,
you don’t know me as much as you thought.
Meet me in Magaya
on the hottest summer day
in your yellow sundress
and fedora straw hat
Let’s cool down
by the windows
watching the ferries
coming into Paros Bay
while sipping Sangria
and Watermelon Agua Fresca
Money is the best way to eliminate friends.
It was your birthday yesterday
We would have popped a bottle of bubbly
To toast to your ageless beauty
And our friendship
I would have gifted you a big bunch of sunflowers
We would have laughed the infectious laughter
And giggled to some lame jokes
Or neither of us remembered the punch line
I miss you
And the days I’ll never have
With you
In my life
When you are hurting
I want to be your pillow on the starless and sleepless night
Soft, quiet and ready for hugs
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When I was uninspired and nibs-dry, Benjamin and Bree worked their creative magic to collaborate with me. Here is the poem we wrote together. Bree produced the audio. I hope you enjoy this little piece of reading words and friendship, more importantly, remember to reach out to each other if you need a little inspiration and TLC. 🌻💚
Is there any life inside this brittle heart of mine
I am cracked to the core
All my light has leaked out
I cry out for nourishment
Someone to restore
A desert flower thirsting for rain
A deadwood feeling lost in a spring forest
The craving for life intensifies
In a world of splendid landscape
On my shoulders I carry the weight of suffering
Oceans of sadness and mountains of pain
A gazillion negatives that lead to unnamed anxieties
Pure darkness seemingly the only respite
And yet
Sunrise delivers a new day
Rain brings forth tiny sprouts
New life stirs within me
Signalling the promise of growth
I reach out to the light of life
Pushing onwards towards hope
