To Find Me


To Find Me


I find me

lost, sometimes far so far

my guide a single solitary star.

I find me

alone, in quiet hush of voice

a life detached becomes a choice.

I find me

alive, in days where my defeats

will pace my heart in quiet beats.

I find me

here, the place I choose to be

embracing all not meant for me.

I find me

then, looking becomes my way

to not find yesterday but today.


February 2019

“Somehow, we’ll find it. The balance between whom we wish to be and whom we need to be. But for now, we simply have to be satisfied with who we are.”

― Brandon Sanderson, The Hero of Ages





Can you see the colors in my words?

My fingers smudging luminous schemes

across the paper,

drawn shades of red adorning passion

escaping ruby lips and captured in stanzas

to sing in nights when dreams

are not enough.

Painted blue of oceans and skies

soothing my restless heart

lost in memories of bluest eyes

where I swam in deepest waters.

Luscious valleys under a yellow sun

basting life on endless expressions

suffocating my need to depart

this flesh I carefully tender.

But words in black for love lost

still elegant in my quiet surrender

to the passing of things

while happiness I carelessly tossed

in shades or orange

across a fascination that life brings

at the end of my days,

where I’m learning to embellish

the strange contour of unfamiliar words

with the color of life arrays

before I perish.

Can you see the color in my words?


February 2019

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”

― Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds