NaPoWriMo 2017 - 1. Days 1 to 7

April 1, 2017

Colour is a memory, something from long ago
My world is grey, the light gone from my soul

A tunnel dark and lonely, stretches out ahead
The crossroads there, you crafted with your need

Left, is lonely and I’d move through on my own
Right is the path we’d share; in your steps I follow

You’ve always been my rock, the only one for me
But you’re making changes and I don’t know the game

Though my belief is bone fide, my tears are real too
As we walk this road together, am I still the one for you?

April 2, 2017

Am I over-reacting?

No matter how often

I scrub my skin

The smell of him

Can’t be removed

Does it matter?

I’ve sold my soul

The scraps that remain

There’s nothing more

What am I now?

What do you see?

The mirror, when I’m brave

Reflects empty eyes

April 3, 2017

You’re sorry now

Don’t mind my laughter

Look at yourself

Do you really not see?

The cycle of your needs

What makes me sadder?

Your lies to me

Or the ones you tell yourself?

April 4, 2017

April came in grey and cold

But today I feel warmth

You and I have had it tough

Still our hands entwine

April 5, 2017 - Prompt: Recipe

I’d like to make you perfect

But how does one do that?

Can I remake your mold?

Pick and choose your traits?

No, this recipe I cannot change

And perfect you sure ain’t

So I'll take as you come

Imperfections and all

April 6, 2017 – Prompt: Bridges

I climb from this abyss you’ve dug

My heart is heavy, my limbs are weak

You call to me from the other side

Beckoning, you hold out your hands

The deep divide between us widens

How can I jump this vastness alone?

Tendrils of your love span the distance

Feeling their way, digging for purchase

I move across the bridge you've built

Trusting in your strength and love,

always.

April 7, 2017 - Prompt: What am I? (bit unfair this one, unless you know Toronto, and me pretty well)

Colour blooms in simple pots

The street’s alive and bustling

Meat’s smokin’ from the deli

Newsboy’s out there hustling

Sun’s rays warm the pavement

From it the ancient tree still grows

Patios welcome patrons

Laundromats to wash your clothes

Here you’ll find the rich and poor

Streetcars rumble on their tracks

This neighbourhood is brilliant

There’s nothing that it lacks!