Umasabirah - These Are The Things That Keep Me Up At Night...

The Necklace

It sparkles as I turn it in my hand, the scarlet jewel coming to life in its bright silver setting. The pendant burns from within, and I find myself unable to pull away. My face falls slack as I draw it closer, studying the glittering facets of the fist-sized stone. I know I shouldn't put it on--I'd heard all of the warnings. Unthinking, I slip the heavy chain over my head, feeling the weight of it settle against my chest. The world opens up. Everything goes black.

Make a Wish

I grip at your base,

Twist and pull

Displace

Your happy yellow blooms,

Beloved of bees.

I rip out your roots,

Stuff you into a bag.

Beneficial, nutritional, medicinal,

Hated by humans

Because you can't be

Marked, marketed, bought or sold;

You are a Survivor.

You thrive despite

Constant disruption.

You'll still be there,

Poking through the cracks

Your head turning fluffy white

To alight on the passing wind

Or the breath of a child

Who hasn't learned your sin.

Fade

As I scroll through pictures of

My past, I wonder

How many moments have faded into

Oblivion,

With no formal record to remind me.

I used to keep receipts

From good times spent

Before everything was so

Well-documented.

My family would tease

For the habit I'd picked up

Somewhere

While I reminisced

That trip to a fast-food restaurant.

I still keep mementos

No one else would understand,

A piece of ribbon, confetti, a

Dried-out rose,

Unable to let go

Of the memories,

The people that have left my life

Where only scraps remain.

The Library, or Back to Before

I want to go to the

Library,

The one that exists only

In my mind

When I was a child

And couldn’t read

Reviews in my hand,

When I had to rely

On my mom to drive,

And I'd wander, until

I found something

That struck me.

I want to return

To a time I was still finding

How to feel,

Before I understood

How I am supposed to think.

The freedom in

Not knowing,

In nothing

Expected.

I yearn for my wonder,

The joy in simple things

Before I learned

How much can be taken

So quickly.

That thrill

Of discovery.

I don’t want to know

The pain of grief, of loss,

I pine for the naïvete

Of before she was

Gone.

I miss the me

Before I knew

What I was capable of

And what I was not.

Take me back

To possibilities

Before life and death

Crushed everything.

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