seeds

On February 7, 2016
a poem by [jessie]

He came into my life
one blessed day.
My heart danced and my soul twirled,
even the sun came out to play.

He grew within me,
and we promised to never be apart.
We were locked together like glue,
but I realized that it wasn’t true.

What shall I do?
The wind took him away.
My heart was flooded from the non-stop rain,
left alone like a stray dog.

I found a new life form
in a place called loneliness.

My life is blue,
but who is here to blame?

Life is never fair,
unless you live high in the air.
You will live happy, and that is rare.

It’s hard.
It’s tough.
My soul has been scarred.
I know it’s been enough.

But there was more and more.
I have lived so long—not in years,
but in wounds and pain.

I swear it’s a crime,
’cause if you can just understand my pain,
you will see a real hurricane inside me
that can blow away every sin.

And for me, I wish I had Alzheimer’s Disease
to kill all your loving seeds
within me. And hang my heart
on the highest tree. So no one can reach it.
So my soul can be free.

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