Too much of this montage highlights
The bittersweet mixture of
Lightning and sunshine.
As I closed the door
I remember all the
Closed doors that you thought I couldn’t
Hear through
But I could
And I did
It’s funny how things worked that way
My eyes and ears were everywhere
In the worst and most
Heart shattering moments
To be tolerated was
A normality
To be a source of
Ultimate pride was
A gift
Dreams were meant to wait on the run-way
Because if they flew,
Missiles would shoot them down
No matter how many times the
Wings were repaired
Restitching my heart and
Funneling my tears
Back into in my eyes
“I am smart.
I am kind.
I am important.”
I am loved.
Always there.
I was rich as the source
Of unknown sacrifices
Claimed to be the source
Of love.
I would believe it
But then I wouldn’t
Like a bipolar
Lightning
Then sunshine
Then lightning
Again and again.
