Something died in me
And every word I’ve penned has been to resurrect it
My heart has become a rearview mirror
That looks always upon that moment in time
Where I was taken away from me
But how do I get to a future when my past is always present
How do I move on when my bones are made of lead?
I look up to the sky for beauty
The sky looks down at me for the same
So, I empty my heart as poetry in a world filled with words
In hopes that one day when the sky looks at me
It would see a girl with full moons for eyes
A broken heart for stars
A lost soul for rain
A body of clouds
Unrelenting hope for rainbows
And the passion of a hundred million suns.
“How do I get to a future when my past is always present.”
This poem is from my second poetry book: The Calligraphy of God
Jenim Dibie 