The Theatre

I sit in a dark room
Images projected on a wall of silver
My love at my side
Strangers all around us

Tears run down my face
I try to hide them
But there is no use
"Baby, what's wrong?" he asks

Inside, I smile because
Had I been with anyone else
My tears would have dried
Unacknowledged
In vain

But he sees me
He doesn't look at me
He looks through me
Into my emotion

"It got to me,
The way they hit her." I said
Memories flooding my eyes
Blurring my vision
Or was it the salt leaving me?

He holds me in his arms
Says nothing
Feels my pain
He hurts because he cannot take mine away

We sit in a dark room
Images projected on a wall of silver
My love and I
And no one else

Letter to myself at age 10

Don't worry, honey.
Everything's gonna be alright.
I know right now it seems as though
your world is crashing down around you.
And you don't know who or what to believe anymore.
You're scared.
Be strong.

You will get through this,
I promise you.
This is only the beginning of a long
life of suffering.
But you can do this.
You are a fighter.
All this
will turn you into the happy woman I am today.
Just hold on and brace yourself.
Because it won't be easy.

At times you will feel like giving up.
But I forgive you
because I know you won't.
Just think about all you have to live for,
all that you'll be leaving behind.
And stay.
Don't go.
They need you.
Don't go.
You need them.

The next twenty years will seem like an eternity.
But I assure you it will be worth it.
In seven years you will want nothing but to end it all.
Don't do it.
She needs you.
Don't do it.
You need her.

Five long years will pass
full of ups and downs.
The most frightening thing in the world
will happen to you.
Don't worry.
They won't let you go.
Don't worry.
You won't leave them.

Battered and bruised,
you will not say a word.
It will be the most desperate and lonely time of your life.
You will take care of everyone but yourself
and suffer in silence.
But I forgive you
because I know now why you did it.

Four seemingly longer years will pass
and you will reach your lowest point.
You will endure the most painful year of your life,
both physically and spiritually.
You will doubt me.
You will question my existence.
But I promise.
I am here.
I am happy,
and you will reach me.
Just be patient.
Get out of there
and don't look back.

The last four years before you get here will be
scary,
wonderful,
confusing,
exciting,
all at once.
You will meet wonderful new friends.
Some will be yours for life,
while others will show their true colors and eventually fade away.

You will find a new freedom you have never known before.
A courage so strange and new it will blind you.
You will learn hard lessons about the world
and the people in it.
You will find it hard to trust anyone,
ever again.
But by the time you get here
you will be in good company,
and I will be waiting for you.
I will take you in my arms,
hold you so close,
we will become one again.
And you will know that you are
finally
HOME.

Letter to the trees

I watch as you dance with the wind
Smell your blossoms on my way out
Admire the strength in your bark
Envy your fearlessness
Hope to someday be rooted as deep
Or reach as high
I love you

Letter to my former friends

You have given me many fond memories
And I thank you for that

But you do not understand me
Or what I believe in

And for that
I must say goodbye

Letter to my inner child

Nice to finally see you again
I have missed you so much since we said goodbye
It has been far too long

So much has happened
I've grown tired and weary
Survived many traumas

There were times when I thought you would not come back
Afraid I had lost you forever
Yet here you are, alive as ever

It makes me happy to know you are here to stay
I look forward to many days with you
My family thanks you for your return

Letter to my pen

You give me freedom of expression
Allow me to grow as your ink spills onto the page
In order to find my voice

I am your slave
For I want nothing more than to hold you at the day's end
So I can tell you my secrets

Fluid strokes of ink
write out my frustrations
spill emotions from my veins
release me

Letter to my ex's ex...

I know now why you left him
How frustrated you must have been
To see so much potential go to such waste
To wait for something to materialize
But come back with a handful of vacant promises instead

To wonder when the words will end and the actions begin
To look at a beauty-full display of life
Only to find it is void of it
An empty shell of a person
A male version of the queen-to-be in coming to america

Personality? Individuality? none
A mirror of whomever was standing next to him
Ever sitting
Unwilling to stand up for anything or anyone
Not even to cook!

So for all that was said and done
My sincere apologies
For the drama and the backlash
I did not understand it then
But I know now why you left him