The Land of My Mind

Some Days I’m not Sick

There are some days I believe they are lying. The doctors, I mean. Some days I think There couldn’t possibly be anything wrong With me. Those days are the days I stand in the Rays of the sun without consequence, the days I Can pretend that my body hasn’t turned against me, Hasn’t taken control from me. Some days I think I’m Not sick anymore, that I was never sick, not really.   Other days, my…

The rain pours in Honolulu And wakes me in the night. The sound of a million raindrops Pelting the window of the room Is almost unfamiliar to me, The desert girl, in its ferocity. Yes, there is rain at home, the Kind that knocks softly against Walls and lulls you to sleep. And sure, there are thunderstorms That rumble overhead, a comfort In its release of moisture in the summer. But rain in…

Flying down the 14 freeway in the clouded dark Feels a lot like space traveling. The dark encampment Of night mirroring the black of the universe, the stars Mimicked by the city lights that blaze by. The speed Of machine barely within human scope of thinking bringing to Focus the clatter of thin metal between harsh, swift death And soft unassuming passengers. The shadows of mountains In the…

My mother speaks about her garden. My quiet sobs do not deter her, My legs trembling in my bed sheets As my hands pressed against my mouth To keep from waking my dorm mate. She continues to whisper of her newly sprouted Tomatoes, her wish to have strawberries and Greens by the time I came back home. I cry and she talks through the phone at Five in the morning until my fear abates and My breaths…

Sometimes I wish the Black would Rub right off my skin. I wish that my kinky hair would lay flat on my head like an obedient child, that the world would accept me. Those days I hide in too big clothes that Hide the folds of my body, wrap my hair Under hoods as I am unable to find the Strength to look anyone in the eye. I cannot live like this. I know that now. And yet I find myself apologizing…

We weren’t supposed to be here. Due dates, long mornings at work, the future laid behind us, calling us to come back to fulfill the destinies we had chosen for ourselves on the cusp of independence. We don’t heed the call. Instead, we face the ocean, the calming waves pushing against our feet by the quiet night breeze as we look toward the horizon. The moon lurks above somewhere among the clouds…

I point my eyes to the stars and Clutch space within my grasp. I am troubled. Not because the planets Thrown far beyond my reach tantalize With twinkling light, not because I Have no way to go and see these Dark giants. I am troubled in my dreams Of them, the fantasy of touching stardust With trembling fingers so clear in my Mind that I wake to find myself weeping. I am lonely in my wish to kiss…

I stare up at the dark ceiling as The television watches and Mutters softly in the early Morning air. The wind howls Outside the window, the sheets Rustle with the movement of my Feet. I silently will myself to sleep, to fall into oblivion for a Little while longer. I am more trusting with my eyes Closed. Rosy pink light filters through The shutters, turning shadows Into familiar objects once…

I wake up in the morning, Slack-jawed, hair wrapped in a Bonnet, sleepy eyed as I stumble Out of bed. I throw my head back, Cracking my joints loudly in the Quiet silence of daytime. My feet Shift apart as my hands reach up To pay homage to the sky before They fall and lift the covering From my head. My crown is too big for this world. Hair tangles as it reaches up to meet The sun, tiny ringlets…

Sitting in the car at night Passenger seat cushions my head Like a pillow as we rocket forth To the north of the starry desert. My father nods his head to the Rhythm of the song playing gently From the radio, fingers grasping The wheel with the softness of Flower petals. My sister lies Along the back seat, pressing Earbuds into her skull as eyes track the ceiling, at rest. Peace is not created,…

Puppies: A Girl’s Best Friend

Do you ever have that feeling of waking up and finally (finally) feeling comfortable in your own skin? I think I have officially hit that point. Not to say that I don’t have my moments. I still find myself awkwardly smiling at people when I work college basketball games, still accidentally run into people and berate myself for an hour. But I think I’ve come to the realization just how amazing it…