Writing

Today,

I told my dad about something I made.

I told him it was the second best in my class.

And I was proud of it.

But he said to put in more effort. 

Always live with love and logic.

It’s never enough.

I sit on the floor, listening to Frank Sinatra,

Waiting for words to combine themselves,

Typing and deleting sentences because they aren’t ‘enough’.

Us humans

continue to put together

our puzzle

piece by piece.

And that puzzle?

The final picture is

freedom.

It spells out the

word, each letter

in blue

F

R

E

E

Light and dark,

Dark and light.

Yin and yang,

Yang and yin.

Something comfortable in the uncomfortable,

And something uncomfortable in the comfortable.

I know it doesn't make any sense,

inspired by "Roselily" by Alice Walker

Someone has painted smog across the sky

And made her hands soft–

No more sewing needles or thorny flowers