Chapter 1: The Long Wait

I found myself lingering throughout the extended daylight, yearning for the warmth of spring's sun. The solitude I had grown accustomed to was nearing its end, and my thoughts began drifting back to the comforts of home. Suddenly, I was jolted from my reverie, as if hope itself had withered, leaving no space for the delicate nuances of life.

Like a reluctant child, I moved slowly, dragging my skipping rope along, caught in a cycle of anticipation and delay. It felt like a drawn-out game of chess, where each calculated move required unwavering resolve. I took a moment to prepare and cut through the metaphorical tape, returning to a transformed landscape that echoed memories of my past.

My attempt to flee from danger proved futile, yet in this present moment, my spirit found solace in wandering. I was ensnared in a collective swamp of vulnerability, where my restless mind sought a narrative beneath the surface of harsh realities.

Was there a mother seeking retribution, sent forth to cleanse the remnants of chaos? I pondered the concept of ultimate rejection and whether there existed a form of penance that could truly compensate for loss.

In this moment of reflection, I chose to relinquish the urge to understand. I sank into silence, pausing my life and allowing my ego to fade away. I embraced the stillness, surrounded by a room filled with hints, yet trapped between two interruptions. The darkness weighed heavily upon me as I gathered my scattered thoughts and organized them back into their rightful place.

With ritualistic intent, I opened my heart, letting the purple rain of emotions flow from its safety valve. I shed my fears and sought the portal of hope—a slender beam of light breaking through the earth's darkness, unfurling under the nurturing sun.

If this poem resonated with you, consider exploring my book, We Swallow Light. It delves into past experiences and offers a fresh perspective on overcoming pain while celebrating the joys of love.

Chapter 2: Embracing Chaos

In this chapter, I reflect on how I find comfort in order, despite the chaotic appearance of my workspace, filled with stacks of paper and canvases.