Heavy Thoughts

by CindyUng

August 22, 2015

I see a lot of women do this:

They make their way down

A flight of stairs,

But at the last steps

They sit,

Think,

And stay,

Until they are ready

To finish

The rest of their day.

And as a fellow blossom,

I see myself doing the same.

With my brain as a waterfall,

There is just too much to hold --

While it pours

We stop and sit,

Away from those who might see us

On the verge

Of falling --

But the rapids never stop.

Motion is second nature.

There is more water to come,

New shores to be found.

But right now,

With my brain as a waterfall,

I don't feel as invincible.

Not bold enough to be

Dropping over the edge,

Separating as body meets boulder,

So I lay down on my bed;

It is the only way the showers can rotate

Into a flat ocean.

It must be harder for women

Who never sits

And waits for the storm

To be over.

For them, there is only oceans

At a standstill;

There is no way to let them go.

No boulders to cushion any fall,

No fresh water on the way.

Their islands hidden forever,

Days unfinished.

When I’m a woman,

I hope I own

A flight of stairs someday.

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CindyUng

Find me where the heart beats faster and the mind runs clearly. If you turn around, you might catch a glimpse of moonlight: Hold it close and you may hear the whispers of my aches and dreams. Speak softly now, you might scare the strength out of me. You'll never know where my thoughts will go next, just let me be the one driving this journey. Someday I'll return to the stars and sleep in the void, a place where I hope to find colors I've never seen before. And when I master the art of painting into the galaxies of pain and recovery, I will discover the truth in me. I will be free, I will be free. Let the constellations tattoo the spaces of my body. ***If you ever want me to check out your poetry, feel free to let me know!***

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