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Finding A Voice - 11. Chapter 11
Dearest Love
I know that I have not been
easiest of people to talk to,
yet, times have changed.
So have I grown with you.
Hard times, we have endured,
fun times have been few,
past events have imprinted,
current prejudice against one another.
I have been bottling emotions.
Making talking to you
like searching for Everest
in a submarine in the Pacific.
Tired of tension, stress, and doubt,
of bitterness, anger, and sorrow,
of being irresponsible,
tired of always disappointing you.
I fought for everything,
education, freedom, my love for you.
Confusion about my career and the feeling
of you always upset with me.
I want to talk to you
despite stress that we have,
yet, talking to you
I am tongue tied.
Torn Homecoming
Too much warmth softens the heart.
People take more than their part,
maybe return to the innocent start,
before the soul sours, becoming tart.
As vast as space, with little to do,
I sit back enjoying the view.
Out the window whips nature's colors,
while the temperature drops cooler.
Peace reigns highly on this voyage,
anticipation increases the voltage,
of many returning throughout the land.
For me, seeing my dealt hand,
from tropical sands were I was,
revisiting where my mind is fuzz.
I sit gazing out the window,
curled within my quilt and pillow,
watching flurries gathering below.
Dreaming of a place without snow.
Crackling wood fire radiates heat.
Cooling tropical waters at my feet.
Love is passionate in a Salsa beat,
eyes of a stranger, dare you meet?
A piercing scream echoes,
like the beat in technos,
from endings of dramatic videos.
Final scene, emerald rolling meadows.
Ecstatic of my family's changing faces.
Finally home, in awe of new places.
Much has changed since last I was here.
Tombstoned grandmother, I did tear.
Holding Hope near my heart,
crying as she slept and I part.
Time at home did pass too quickly.
Left home with heart peacefully,
longing for the next return visit,
were I can be fixed and fit.
- 3
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