Why are you gone?

I can’t

Remember

Anymore

.

Don’t Wait

Hurry! Don’t wait

To know all your beauty

Lest it run away and leave you,

Old and grey!

Lest an old man see it in you first,

And see with the eyes of Lust,

To make you into something unclean,

Unnatural, and not you!

Women, girls, hurry! Don’t wait

To know you are God’s special creature,

Loved and perfect.

Lest the World take you for something

You are not,

And force you, through ungodly pressure

To stay there.

Hurry! Don’t wait!

For uncles or fathers or brothers to misrepresent you

Fail to defend and protect you,

To leave you to the wolves and grime

Of society.

Women! Girls!  

Speak up now!

Hurry! Don’t wait!

Erika

Vovi

 Grandma Mariana,

You were right about everything.

Drama

 Realizing how you come off to others can be sobering, depending on who is doing the reflecting. 🤔

Heartfit

 It just doesn’t fit sometimes,

My heart.

It cannot extend into

The reaches of you

And settle there, like home

I can’t find home sometimes

In these brief moments.

It’s like I miss you,

You are not there,

Even when you are

And I feel lonely, detached, isolated.

Where does this bleeding broken 

beating thing go,

If it has to struggle to fit?

I always come back to you.

I always make it work.

I look back into the rear view

Seeing something that was, briefly,

Moving forward with you

Even when we don’t quite fit.

But we will make it fit.

Because my heart

Loves yours.

Erika