poem

An old tin boxI haven’t opened for yearsSuddenly grabs my attentionIt is a box of old letters and notes When I open itA letter from my childhood friendAccompanied by a small origami paperThe letter has an illustrated instruction Before I know itMy hands start folding the paperFollowing the instructionStep by step And then –I have […]

Just because your sibling diedPeople say you’re aloneBut you’re not aloneBecause his spirit and memoriesAre forever etched in your heart Just because you’re singlePeople say you’re aloneBut you’re not aloneBecause you are anticipatingA wonderful meeting with another soul Just because your spouse is no morePeople say you’re aloneBut you’re not aloneBecause the life you live

When she was youngShe had a dreamHer dream was to become a doctorWho can save people’s livesThe dream lit her upBecause it was her real dream Then some situations happenedObstacles appearedAnd after many thoughtsShe took another roadShe didn’t become a doctor Half a century laterShe still remembers her dreamShe tells me thatIt’s a fulfilling job

It is a special dayThe day of your weddingMy friendMy childhood friend We grew up togetherThe three of us and our little siblingsIn that community of Tiny half-dilapidated apartments Everybody was thereOn everybody’s special occasionOur mothers, fathers, and siblingsAnd us Like when we had ourAnnual piano performanceAt the music schoolAnd we all showed up in

Down in the basementOn top of the washing machineAre black pantiesClean and forgotten Why nobody picks them upIs a wonderSince they sure belongTo somebody in the house What might have they thoughtUpon finding their panties hereIn this dark basementThat made them decide not to retrieve them? Did they not like the idea ofTheir garment having

I want to see youSo I go closeBut when I’m closeI cannot see you I know you’re closeYou’ve seen meBut now that you’re closeCan you see me? Is it true thatThe bottom of a lighthouseIs dark?Then I’ll try something else I’ll step awayTo find your light againSo that I can see youAnd you can see

There is a house on the streetOld and forgottenBetween rows of shiny new condominiums No one knows who lived hereOr how long ago it wasBut the house seems to say something It cannot be seen during the dayBut in the night, you will find itAnd you cannot help but stop Because it is telling a

I was waiting for my perfect day to unfoldThe kind where I wake up to the sound of birdsFeeling light and fresh and restedFollowed by my morning practice and A peaceful breakfast in the kitchenThen I jump into my workEnergized and readyLike I’ve been waiting for that moment my entire life InsteadWhen I woke upBirds

MessThat’s what it feels likeYour life at the moment Problem after problemEven thoughYou’re already tired Drama after dramaEven thoughYou’ve asked for none of them Tired of tryingTired of fixingTired of everything You cannot do it anymoreYou cryThis is too much to bear ButHold on a secondI have a question Have you ever got stuckIn a

This isn’t good enoughIt is good It has to be flawlessFlawless? I don’t want to be disappointedYou’ve already been disappointed I don’t want to be rejectedYou’ve already been rejected – more than once I don’t want to be hurtYou’ve been hurt – and you’re still here I’m scaredAre you? I guess I’m doing itUh-huh I’m