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The Dilemma

Sitting on the fence, unsure To fall back or lean forward To accept defeat or fight on To crave winter or the hot sun To draw blood or heal wounds   I look straight ahead As I battle the forces at both sides I shut my eyes, hoping not to be sundered But I know… Continue reading The Dilemma

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Stars in the Day

I remember the day my father caused me to see stars. It was on a cool evening of a weekday and he had just returned from a road trip in his old grey car. My siblings and I scurried over to welcome him and after hugging us, he opened the trunk of the car to… Continue reading Stars in the Day

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The First Tale

I remember my first crush. I was barely twelve years old, chubby-cheeked and completely naive. My hands would tremble whenever he walked past me in our school hallway, maintaining the perfectly rhythmic bounce that only ‘big boys’ had. At first, I didn’t understand why my heartbeat would quicken whenever I saw him so, I would… Continue reading The First Tale

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ROOTS

Often times, we lie to ourselves We find solace in burying our pain deep We forget that these things buried alive  Grow roots and feed off our hearts   We convince ourselves that we are okay  we blind our eyes to our pain Ignoring the constant jabs and pokes at our wounds, Constantly salting it… Continue reading ROOTS

Lost Letters

From Pink

Dear You, Did you see blood mix with my tears as I looked to you for mercy? Did you hear my mother’s screams as you snatched me from her arms? Did you hear me sing myself to sleep as your heavy blows rocked my little frame? Or did you pretend to not see the hopelessness… Continue reading From Pink

Lost Letters

From Blue

Dear You, It has been a while since we heard from each other. There are moments when your memories hit like an avalanche and my mind is flooded with questions on what could have been.  What if we had given our hearts a chance?  What if we had embraced our storms and surfed on their… Continue reading From Blue

Lost Letters

From Grey

Dear You, Do you know what it feels like to not know your purpose? To hope for sunshine despite the storm that rages in your heart. To long for sleep at night but be kept wide awake by the guilt of another day unspent.  At the crack of dawn, I shed a tear knowing I… Continue reading From Grey

Lost Letters

From Yellow

Dear You, I was only seven. I still stay awake every night, trapped in the same nightmare. I remember your bloodshot eyes, filled with drunken lust and ugly passion. I still hear my horrified screams and desperate pleas as they fell on deaf ears, silenced by your hushes and repeated grunts. I remember you walking… Continue reading From Yellow

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Never After

Ada checked the time, it was 7:00pm and the clouds had begun to weep. She looked out through her office window and watched the rain kiss people as they ran for cover. It was as if the skies pitied her and did not want her to cry alone. “Did you hear? Tobi is getting married… Continue reading Never After