Nieve en mi cumpleanos
It’s snowing late night, or, rather, early morning, on my birthday. I just came home from a a Wednesday night with a friend, looking forward to a Thursday of birthday. Can’t believe I am 31. Crazy. My how time flies. When was the last time I saw snow on my birthday? I feel it has been a while. It’s as nice of a present as anything else. I have spent more than a few moments recalling the last year and realizing that it has whipped by. There have been quite a few changes, which may account for the passage of time, and I’m not even going to begin to recount them. I have enjoyed them all, which I think is the main point. Yes, even the ones that sucked. So good to know I can still grow.
I can’t help but say to myself…what’s next? Where am I going from here? As if it’s a challenge to make something more of all that has been. Our whole life is a drama, a stage on which to play our our conquests, defeats, and joys. And I’m proud of it all, don’t get me wrong. I just still want to know…what is next?
Words spill forth
Escaping my own
Putting out there my fear
Always feeling at home
At the same time
Reluiquishing
A piece of hell
To balance a heaven
In between them I dwell
This feeling of upright
Pernicious intent
of goodness and badness
En todo
Consent
To the person
Known in my dreams
To be real
Hiding in tidings
Waiting to feel
A bit of sketchy poem for a birthday, but that’s the way the freestyle flow came out. Here’s to a great year…salud!
