JayJay

People see me run 

towards the sun

but they don't see

what I’m running from.

I chase one high after another,

picking up the pace to outpace the monster

but when dusk comes

Technically, I’m an immigrant;  

I wasn't born here. 

Technically, I’m too young, 

just shy of a year. 

Technically, I’m inexperienced, 

barely know the rudiments. 

Come on,

just another step.

Come on,

just another breath.

Come on,

just another swallow

of the pain that makes you hollow.

Just one more sweet smile

I write to relate,

and to speak my truth.

I write to prove I know pain,

and to see that others do too.

I write to be heard.

When the world becomes a deaf frustration,

They're always there when I need them,

they never run away.

They're always here when troubles stem

to hear what I have to say.

They don't judge 

or hold a grudge.