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The Letter

The Letter

I. Martedi

Perhaps if I had chosen differently that Tuesday,
you would have chosen differently that Tuesday.

I keep dreaming about you touching my legs
on the train that night in December.

But I always wake and remember that you sit behind bars.
Now what chance do we stand.

Although I’m sure If I had let myself,
I would have learnt to bend over them backwards to get to you.

 

II. Mercoledi

It’s my simple thing,
remembering you in days.
The ones you were there, and the ones you were not.

Thursdays you would take off for me
and Fridays, after work
we would find a spot to go swimming at the beach,
drive home after midnight still wet in your car.

So you leaving mid-week, like you did
screwed with me like jet lag.
I wish you had waited until Sunday to get caught.

 

III. Giovedì

That’s when I picked up my pen to write.
Not about you at first, to you.

Everyone has a purpose. I felt like mine was to make you feel.
Everything everyone is too scared to.

And so I wrote from the heart.
I was scared too, least of all angry, just sad, because it was to you.

 

IV. Venerdì

Once I started I couldn’t stop.
I wrote from dark until light.

Stamp stuck and purpose filled. Self expression-ed out.
I felt everything I knew it would make you feel.

Freedom under the moonlight.

I sprinted to catch the 9am post. That letter had run me out.

But I was lighter on my feet, and mind.
Friday changed my life.

To Tell A Daughter/Son

Hey Guys! Sorry I’ve been so absent recently…I’m still here! How have you all been?

Looking back through the year at my poems I wanted to pick ones that I really enjoyed writing to post again. These two I love because although I didn’t have an idea in my head when I started it showed me what I felt was important.. and also maybe they are quite relevant with the situation the world has on it’s hands right now :(

To Tell A Daughter 

So then we start to listen,
and we learn to open ourselves up,
into the possibility that the world is more than just our own, to tell her

In her heart she is more than the land she comes from
but in her heart she must hold that land dearly
because from it she blossomed.

How her beauty grows despite corruption,
her grace holds despite suffering
means she is nothing short of perfect,
despite the things she may have seen.

To Tell A Son

So then we start to appreciate life,
so much so because we gave you yours.
We live in the possibility that the world can be anything, to tell him

The world may get bigger but you will learn to see everything,
and the land you are from will start to seem small,
but you will learn that you need it and want peace for it all.

You can be a conqueror besides that of men,
teaching you this early you may have every
means of freedom.