it has started
the beginning of
the end
the end of what
should have been
over
the beginning of
a new beginning
one that will bring
us peace
once the storm passes
the flood
has lasted well beyond
40 days
only the harvest
can follow

Different names
Same pain
Died a thousand times
Only to become
A hashtag
Fresh tears
Same fears
Rarely a conviction
Only funeral benedictions
I have no words
To say
I have no prayer
To pray
It all seems
To be in vain
Different names
Same pain

i cried
when you left
not over losing you
i cried
tears of joy
because i found myself
the man i ignored
for so long
the boy who
silently waited
in my shadow
to be acknowledged
your loss
my gain

born out of death
unexpectedly
the strength you had
has become the strength
i have
the strength I am still
learning to attain
you were the martyr
who taught me
the balance between
individuality & selflessness
the freedom i have found
is the freedom
you were in the midst
of seeking
you built the foundation
that i stand on
you are the blueprint
the great architect
the first
you are me
i am you

You only want me
When I am accessible
When your tastebuds crave
For me
Other times
You forget that I exist
Saying you care
But if I am not
There then neither
Are you
Just because I am
A fruit
Does not mean
I hang low
You have had no hand
In my growth
Yet want to reap the benefits
The feeling of me
In your hand
My juice merging
With your saliva
The stickiness I
Leave on your fingers
The stickiness
You smell and lick
Without hesitation
I do not grow in bushes
Climb up the tree
If you really want
To find me

I am tired of
Having a
Bittersweet relationship
With myself
I will elevate others
With one hand
While beating myself
With the other

died a million times
before i surrendered
being born again
looks nothing
like i imagined