From the elevated tracks The rooftops of Queens Blur together like a dream, New York in winter wind Shining palely.
Mist of morning hangs thick Smokescreen curtain call. My night has ended and Day rises from ashes, Vulnerable and open.
My heart is an echo in the Metal container that Carries us forth through the city, Song lyrics dancing through me Images of youth flashing forward.
This is not the morning I expected, No longer lonely, This is a ray of sunlight, Expectation, Fish in a pond leaping to feed From my hook.
I stand with my unread paper My backpack My unfinished words Thinking of what will be, What has been, What never was.
The city holds me cautiously Afraid to break me To drop me too soon All while speeding me forth into Underground wisdom Platforms littered with footprints My dreams in black barrels Waiting to be emptied.
This is not the day I wanted Hanging heavy like the heart of A broken lover The wonderment of newness Tinged with fear of loss Precarious new thing hanging in the balance.
My train brings me back to you. I step out through the doors, Acceptance, peace, surety. Your voice is with me in the halls As I carry my burdens and empty them Like discarded dailies.
I am an artist and poet born and raised in Queens, NY, currently living and working in the Seattle area. By day I am an Office Manager at a tech company, but my real life is filled with colorful, creative dreams (and nightmares). Some of these leak out into my early-morning insomnia-fueled poems, and others into my pen and ink drawings.