Sunday, November 20, 2016

Here's To The Girl

Here's to the girl who was never afraid to play in the dirt. Who made "tortillas" with mud, and cooked them in a "comal." To the girl who ran barefoot with her male cousins and managed to outrun them. Who beat up the boys who thought it was okay to mess with her siblings. To the girl who stuck her face in books and was called a "nerd" for it; who still checks books out from the library. To the girl who took weight training in High School, and whom you will find in the "lifting" section at the gym. To the girl who isn't afraid of boxing and shift to her dancing spirit in Zumba class. Here's to the girl who will take risks in moments no one else will. To the girl who can be vulnerable at times, yet strong for those she loves. For the girl who seems cold-hearted to the bones, yet loves like a lion; but has known to let go if another's happiness is at stake. To the girl who has screwed up hurting the people she loves, but has managed to forgive just as much. Who can rock the sneakers, the sandals, the boots, roller blades, ice skates, and the heels. To the girl who enjoys dirt on her face as much as lipstick. To the girl who wakes up on Mondays with no desire to deal with her hair, and yet manages to rock her waves any other day. Who has played basketball with the boys, and who has gotten smacked by them while doing so. Who gets her nails done, but isn't afraid of ever breaking them. To the girl who MAKES time for every being she appreciates. To the girl who will grab herself an XBOX controller, and just as easily be gentle in comforting others. To the girl who isn't afraid to be one of the boys and is YET so full of surprises. But you wouldn't know this unless you've cared to find out.

Sunday, November 13, 2016

I Do

I do.
One space.
Two words.
Three letters.
Four.

Two people entangled in a world where only mermaids and mermen walk.
Too many words spoken, silence filled with nothing much but talk.
One heart hardened, because of lies...so now it's just a rock.

She spoke and raised the question so many times:
Do you want this bad enough?
His answer sounded so sure...
"I do."

She asked yet another question:
What does that mean?
His answer, so poetic..."I am committed to you, as in
I do."

She shuffled through poems, lyrics, and speeches.
She searched for ways to prove words are just words.
Yet, he convinced her that his words would be more.
He promised all the effort would be from him to prove.

Until she realized she was right again.

So she asked herself...

What then should break an "I do"?
What then, is so beyond the commitment of an "I do" that to break it should be justified?
She searched all ends of the square she boxed herself in.
All four corners were doubtlessly empty.

She replayed that one question:
Does this make sense to you?
She remembers that shake so perfectly.
She lives it everyday in slow motion.

How could such a weak reason break such an unbreakable I do?
She knows now why: because it never was one.
If he believed distance could break it, if that was his truth, then maybe he didn't realize how far from her he had already chosen to be.

And so from afar she salutes the lies goodbye, again. She glances at the weak commitment which she would rather live without, than to believe she is fought for so fierce-fully.

Nothing more, but a goodbye is left. One that was never said, yet was so, so clear...
From the day he left her drowning in her own tears to the day he let her walk away twice.

She is thankful, though, that she never committed her everlasting and continual I do to such a wavering weak one.

And now she knows how hesitantly he loved her and how much more pain she saved herself from.

Better to live without an I do than to live with such a weak one, right?