Quasi-Empathetic

Up until recently, The Hunchback of Notre Dame would be the only time anything on screen would move me to tears. I did not cry as Mufasa died nor did I shed a single tear in Titanic – only Quasimodo resonated with me, he not only rang the bells of Notre Dame, but the bells of my heart.

CXM

And to see your happiness

Brings a happiness that I never knew

captured by yellow.

You have found the sun

In your son.

Escaping from our trajectory,

you now orbit around one another

creating an entire galaxy

that I admire

but am not equipped to exist in.

So I exit

as you two collide.

A big bang.

A new life.

On Motherhood

I am aware

that I have the power

to be a mother.

To grant life.

Yet whoever said that life

can only be created through birth?

What about the rebirths that I have fostered?

Are those lives any less precious?

27D

I hate the middle seat-

It means no arm

rest – is not an option.

Alone at first, but then you came.

We made sure to never touch –

afraid that a single brush would transfer

every hidden tale we carried on board.

You faced right, I left

enough space between us.

Yet we mirrored each other –

waiting for one to act first

so that the other could follow.

We bonded.

Formed an alliance.

No words spoken.

We watched the same movie.

A complex, deeply coded conversation

among two strangers

whose eyes never touched.

May

We are not our greatest enemies –

Our only adversaries are

who we have been and

who we could be.

Presently, we cannot make it

past our future.