I still remember the daze
It all felt like a haze…

Crisp morning air
That took my breath away
Beautiful rays,
Drawing attention to the beauty in the world
Through every inhalation the smell of freshly cut grass,
The mesmerizing array of colors stopped the bees in their tracks
Birds sang until the phone rang

And set the abundance of possibilities for a perfect summer day away
faster than the speed of light
The world now reeked of despair
Scared cries and gray skies
A day so perfect, so bright, dimmed my light
My light never was so bright, but a flicker was better than a blown bulb
Did the world change or was it me?
Did the sun go away that morning or was it the inability to see?
Maybe the darkness was not the clouds in the way, but rather a result of loss
an outcome I feared I wouldn’t outrun

Crashing waves that now came from above and from inside
I felt consumed by the Earth,
and all of her elements

Water filled my eyes, sorrow filled my soul
The skies cried small weeps too,

“When it rains someone’s soul is going to heaven”

A glimpse of hope

A flicker in the bulb

It made sense really, why the sky became consumed by the clouds
Clouds that removed the blue above and humanized it in me,
the absorption of the world.
I understood the changes Mother Nature enacted,
It was all a scheme so that he could be free
So he wouldn’t be stuck where he could no longer be

Soft sobs,
Gaining the comprehension of loss,
Understanding that you were no longer earthside.

Biography:

I started at Aims because I knew I wanted to pursue a further education, but I was scared. Aims allowed me to “dip my toe in” and see how I did with college work. It offered a schedule that worked with my life and overall was more convenient than me starting at a four year university. Writing has always been an escape, the only way I feel I can put beauty on paper. The beauty of forming a sentence that can encapsulate every fiber of my being is a feeling i constantly yearn for. I first started writing poetry in 2022 in an attempt to mend a broken heart, but in doing so I learned how therapeutic writing was for me and how it improved my wellbeing. It was my saving grace after losing my brother, and it has made me find strength within myself to overcome challenges.