My Favorite Colors
Pink. It was the dollhouse you’d only play with if we pretended it was your Power
Ranger’s secret lair.
Brown. It was the dirt burrowed beneath our fingernails after collecting bugs in our
buckets.
Green. It was the stain on your jeans after gleefully gliding down the hill on your wobbly
scooter.
Red. It was the evidence that we regretted our failed attempt to fly from the railing like
Tarzan.
Yellow. It was the icing of the cake that marked the year we’d begin to yearn for those in
the past.
My Hope Rising
I had a dream that I was
Trapped in a cave,
Scraping and screaming
At its damp walls.
Heart racing,
Sweat tracing
The edges of my eyes that
Were teased by the trickling
Of light beaming from the
Roof of my cage...
And I thought of you.
I smelt the fear,
Tasted the hate,
Felt the shake
Coursing through the veins
Of the body you claimed.
I extended my arm,
Fingers spazzing,
Blindly grasping,
Until I felt him.
Warm. Steady. Safe.
I pulled myself into him,
Tucking my head
Into the nook of his neck,
Matching my breath to the
Slow rise and fall of his chest.
I knew he was waking
By the fluttering
Of his eyes.
He kissed my nose,
My mouth,
My neck.
“You’re beautiful,”
He whispered.
And I believed him.
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