Day Ones

Shoutout to my day ones! They keep me grounded.
My day ones have been there; they have been
around. They were there to keep me safe – to help
me, even if it was late. My day ones showed me
a light that was kept from my sight. Day in,
day out, life became more important. Life
suddenly was a flame that could now be tamed.
In the midst of chaos, we would not focus on
the loss. We had fun with no attention paid
to the cost. My day ones are real ones. I know
I can count on them. They know I am there
for them, and I always have been. Day one:
our lives began. Then, we noticed the fast
hands of time. Now, we wish we can hit
rewind. Time’s flown, and my friends and I,
well, we are grown. Regardless, my day
ones may have aged, but our love for each-
other has come and has remained the same.

Remember When

Remember when things were different?
The sky was a different color. It was
a different day with different weather.
Remember when we would laugh on
the back of the bus
? Remember when
we wished for this day to appear
out of thin air?
All we wanted to do
was grow up. Do you remember
when we were young and naïve?

We never thought our youth would
leave. Beneath a tree, we wished
for a better world: brighter skies.
Remember when life was simple?
Me neither, but I try to imagine
a time back then that must’ve
been some of our better days.
Anyways, remember when
life was not a maze or a haze
that would stay?
Remember
when all was well? Do you
remember when we thought
life was easy?
We can’t forget
where all the time went.
We must remember when
before the next story begins.



Before I Die

I want to fly
across the world.
I want to see
leaves of green
fall across the sky.
Before I die,
I want to breathe
care-free air.
I want to be
the ocean breeze
that is warmer
than it seems.
I want to freeze
time. I want
to seize – believe.
I want to rise –
reach new highs.
I just want to live
before I die.

Darker Days

All days grow dark.
Some filled with pain.
I never look forward
to the darker days.
I can’t avoid feeling
down and dull
now and again.
Light blocked.
System shocked.
I hold onto the hope
I have left. Darker
days don’t stay away.
I close my eyes
and see better times.

Many Breaths

I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
I have closed my eyes
many times to feel alive.
Eyes closed, chest out,
I inhale and exhale pain
that fills the stale air.
Sometimes, I wish I didn’t
care or think so much.
Sometimes, I notice that
my breath takes me away
to a place deep inside.
In my life, I have taken
many breaths and I hope
to take many more.
The air cures my pain.
Now, I count my breaths
because I do not know
how many breaths remain.