#Portraits
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete