what shall I
say what I am
shall I say
that I punish myself
for somebody
else's mistake
or my hands
try to move faster
than wind to
wipe tears from
the eyes of
my love
or I run and
fall for my dear ones
to see them
rise high
or one who
failed to extend
her motherly
arms to cuddle.
What account
do I have
in the pages
of my life
I do not
know but when
I turn I find nothing written
simply
blank, with a sigh
I tear them
to make paper boats
and sway in
rainwater that
reaches no
where.
What if I
have absorbed
all seasons,
and weathers of time
I hardly
remember how much
I have
enjoyed and with whom,
I am not
dead yet
I hold life's
fortitude
my shadow
waits for the light
to make me feel the bliss of love.
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