The summer breeze still
kisses my hair only
differently now
more cautiously as though
she too has grown aware
of her bone’s fragility
as her veins and ligaments
express their weariness
with gentle yawns
reminiscing on
star studded nights and
dreams taking flight
but now, there’s a life
inside of her eyes
and the bile rises
like the waves of a
stormy ocean and
she hears the heart pulsing
in her dreams
in her mind
and she wonders if
she’ll ever be all that she dreamed
if her hands can pick up the pen again
and if her lips can become song birds again
and if she can sit enmeshed with a midnight sky
leaving all that she used to be behind












