raining inside heart

she walks with her barefoot, across the streets and bridges
under the sky, she finds an abandoned garden
sit there, she remembers some pieces of bittersweet memories
whispers to herself, “not bad, isn’t it?”

for all the experiences,
chances she’d taken, failed or succeeded
chances she’d not taken, regretted or grateful
let them go, one by one

how spacious she must build a house for herself
to save all her belongings
how far she must go
to see the world
how deep she must dig
to bury all her sorrows
how long she must wait the rain to stop
inside her heart, it is raining as well.


Ancient City

bend, lead me thru the fire, a painful truth.

somewhere along the way, i was caught up in the long lost memory.

cost too much to be undone, u are the bargaining i wouldn’t touch.

only a light could not heal the deep wound, falling too deep, low.