I keep on waving, “Look over here please!” Hoping that someone will notice I keep on standing, “I can be your umbrella!” Auditioning to be the best guard in the rain My tree trunk is thin and wrinkled With skin color between yellow and white Like yours, like mine. My root is grabbing the soil tight With energy to me given by nature Like yours, like mine. My body feels every clear drop of water With freshness like a wakeup call Like yours, like mine. My arms long for a hot sum
We are made of stories.
I love writing. It is a way for me to organize and discover who I am through mixing, complicated emotions within words.