I want to make a difference and dance with you.
I want to show you something and sing to you.
I want to be a part of the landscape you made for me.
I want to sail on the boat you gave to me.
I am scared of the unknown… the things that could happen now.
I am anxiously waiting for the next scene to be revealed.
I am numb to half of the things I see everyday.
I am aware of every detail regarding decisions I’ve made.
I hear the things running through my mind.
I can taste the anxiety inside my soul.
I can touch the kindness and dislike of people towards me.
I can see things I can’t explain with words.
Help me go back to the landscape days, where you taught me to show you what I saw.
Help me go back to the days when my whole self was truly in your hands.
Help me go back to the time I felt the wind on the sunroof for the first time.
Help me go back to the little self who never doubted your presence.
I hate that what I am about to say is so cliche, but I truly cannot find “good enough words” to describe her life….
I’m feeling pain in my chest, as I think about her and breath deeply.
This weak poem is my attempt to describe how much I love her. Even though I’ve been
by her side for as long as I can remember, I am unable to describe her life…
Her young life has gone by,
It is time to look back.
Not much left on the track.
She has seen the unseen,
Yet… not once did she scream.
God has been by her side,
Through the love and the pain.
Never stopped working hard,
Life to her seems unfair.
We must now share her love,
Let it be time to repair.
My dear lady in red,
Understand my crazy head.
With your never ending tears
I will love you until the end.
So I sketched…
In your honor I will do whatever it takes to make this sketch come true… Somehow I will…