Fog wrapped in the bamboo Silent covered me, The trees were standing beneath That unknown & heavy mist. The soft rustle of leaves which felt like a wind which passes through trees. The hidden pain, the strange lain, there was just blood passing through veins. The blurry vision & the fear that wasn't seen. The thought that was masked and the trembling that wasn't asked. The ray of sun between the bamboos, The alone chair which may fear. There was something different which was refused. Maybe it...

I come before God The same old pray whispered between my lips 'Forgive me Lord for I have sinned.' I feel so dirty So unkempt So useless My knees turn thin from the countless times I kneel The carpet etched into my skin 'I'm sorry lord.' Will I ever be good? For I don't want to be this way I just don't know how to change 'Help me Lord.' A useless child of God One who can't turn back her ways I used to be so Holy So pure. 'Please don't give up on me..not yet.' Oh how I hope that the lord does...

I have spent my life catching the rain, cupping my palms until the muscles ache, waiting for the weight of it to tell me that I am finally here, finally stable. The weight of achievements, grades, and completed to-do lists fills the wide vessel swallowing me whole. But only for a second… only for the weight to be porous once more. Trapped inside my own achievements, I drown in a cup that's empty, banging a hollow beat; each attempt is just another tissue triumph frantically tossed into the...