“Poignant”
It's the lines in the leaf
the ones that never changes color
like your smile in any season of my life (it never fades).
quiet and watered like a seed
planted in the twisting sword in my gut;
wretched surroundings
but grew to be the foundation of my fertilizer
reluctantly, I bloomed.
deeply rooted is a closet of emotional arrangements
Black vest, common comfort
normal wear to my soil it matches everything.
Gray scarf hugging the set response of sadness
that accents the yellow cloak of
despondency
highlighting Superga to define the royal glow of both
fear and danger.
(demanding an escape)
searching the file cabinet for that
leaf, I start remembering the lines
the ones that never changes color,
Beyond the veil, unrecognized disturbance
gathering every seed, every picture
every chance to cradle the hand that once (held me)
to be without and still have to grow,
then once I do how will you know?
Water my seed! you cannot leave!
My journey begins and yours end
Pulled away, stripped from the last moment to say
“Grandma, I’ll see you one day”
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