Writing through the ache, the joy, they lessons I seem to repeat—trying to find meaning and light in the dark. Always from the heart & honest even when I look bad.
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By Tina D. Lopez2 months ago in Poets
Ice agents patrol Streets of Minneapolis Citizens uneased
lonely friday night everyone is coupled up on bumble swiping
Here’s today’s lesson: lights off, hide, and stay silent active shooter drill
metamorphosis wings drying, no one watching today, unugly
in front of mirror crow’s feet and many laugh lines stranger’s reflection
I do not kill the quiet ones, those patient architects of air, spinning silk from unseen places, lacing corners with their care.
What if she had been raised by sunlight, by the gentle pull of dreams— not the sharpness of slammed doors, not the names that split her seams?
Now you’re gone Now I’m down Now this stings Can’t forget Can’t let go Can’t move past Was it real?
We finished all the wine tonight Heads feeling light The room goes still Our secrets spill Confessing smoldering desire
My home's a palace in the sky Here we don't cry Hurry through the door Melt on the floor Now let go of your foolish pride
Enter every room quietly. Always stay quiet and listen. Let others tell your story, edit your pauses, supply the meaning.
