they’re about you.

so, i ventured into poetry at the inspiration of a precious friend. i am nowhere near her beauty of writing, but these were very freeing to write. i have debated even posting them because the way i was feeling was very vulnerable when i wrote these…but it’s okay to be vulnerable.

hiring—

wanted:
file clerk
desperate for help
for compartments to hold
their respective files.

drawers spill forth with
papers, unfinished
nameless, weak reports
hardly worth the space
they invade.

visiting the room
overwhelming
so avoidance is how i opt
i tarry in the empty rooms
tarrying but unable to forget.

fresh eyes
more clearly see,
it seems.
and mine are shot with veins
from overuse.

walk in with me
and face my hidden disorder
Your resume is promising
please help
make sense.

You sign Your name
and the papers file themselves.

language barrier—

paralyzed
thoughts translate
not to action
that i could be bilingual
fluent of cognition
and kinesis

my lack of outward
is not for lack of inward.
the stimulus exists.
i long to show you
the extent of feeling.
to tell you.
to tell you.
to tell you.

there is a disconnect.
i am static.