Ode to twenty-one

Break the ice Of doubt and shame Write the walls With hopes aflame; Let lights guide And birds take flight It is now time To step into the light. Color the grays Into vibrant shades Open the skies Of sorrow and despair And let the thunder Crack them all away. Starting now Don't be afraid [...]


Shattered glass pieces Scattered at the floor I stood, picked it up And got pricked though. I stared, red globes drop along with hot wet salt blurring my vision on my fractured reflection. Time has passed the red globes ran dry but one cannot retain The shattered self inside. photo not mine.