sometimes
i feel like a
lowercase letter.
just part of the crowd.
noone notices
me.
and then
there are those times
when all i want to be is
lowercase.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
All This Time
Oh!
There you are!
And all this time
I thought you were hiding.
Yes, you.
You thought I didn't notice,
didn't you?
Are you afraid?
I'm still human.
I'm still living.
Your children
don't make me
less of a person.
Even though
I've been waiting
all this time.
There you are!
And all this time
I thought you were hiding.
Yes, you.
You thought I didn't notice,
didn't you?
Are you afraid?
I'm still human.
I'm still living.
Your children
don't make me
less of a person.
Even though
I've been waiting
all this time.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Sleep
Every night
It seems the same
Sleep eludes
my tired frame
I try to rest
My weary eyes
For I've been up
since sunrise
I'm aching to
just fall asleep
but my ears
hear every creak
And so I lay
awake in bed
tomorrow's come
the day I dread.
And now the world
Is painted red.
It seems the same
Sleep eludes
my tired frame
I try to rest
My weary eyes
For I've been up
since sunrise
I'm aching to
just fall asleep
but my ears
hear every creak
And so I lay
awake in bed
tomorrow's come
the day I dread.
And now the world
Is painted red.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
My Face's Location
Atop my neck
Sits my face
In its most
Usual place
So why do all
Look instead
Towards my middle
'Stead of my head?
Sits my face
In its most
Usual place
So why do all
Look instead
Towards my middle
'Stead of my head?
Monday, May 23, 2011
Promises...
She promised me a son within the year
That was three years ago.
He promised me a child before Purim
That was more than a year ago.
They promised me the world
Broken promises.
That was three years ago.
He promised me a child before Purim
That was more than a year ago.
They promised me the world
Broken promises.
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
I am an Island
I am an island.
Weathered by the sands of time.
Rocky shores surrounded by
seas of tears.
And long ago buried treasures
waiting to be uncovered.
I am an island.
A lone landmass amidst a
raging sea.
Wave upon wave of tempest storms
followed by bouts of calm winds.
I am an island.
Waiting for a ship
to come along.
Sunday, May 8, 2011
Burnt Again
Went to a family simcha on Thursday.
My husband was so calm and happy, thinking that maybe this time, we too had a chance at making our own.
And then, that same day, it was over.
Finito.
And I couldn't even cry, because I was having guests for Shabbos and had to cook and get my home ready.
On to the next round!
(At least the doctor, nurses, and secretaries were happy to see me...)
My husband was so calm and happy, thinking that maybe this time, we too had a chance at making our own.
And then, that same day, it was over.
Finito.
And I couldn't even cry, because I was having guests for Shabbos and had to cook and get my home ready.
On to the next round!
(At least the doctor, nurses, and secretaries were happy to see me...)
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