A Slave's Dream

I am born of servitude and bloodlust
Freedom was never my birthright
I heard that people dream
Yet my own night's
A scattered scream
I succumb to suffering
Like gravity
A force to be challenged
Only by a change
In planetary motion
I seek comfort
Like others
But question their devotion
I train my mind
To absorb the blows
I train my body
To be still
As the blood flows
I will my mind
To bend like steel
I will my body
To cease to feel
I quiet my mind
As it conjures questions
I quiet my body
As it shouts its objections
I am born
Of servitude and bloodlust
Freedom was never
My birthright
I heard that people dream
I think that really sounds nice

And here we are

And here I am

Floundering

At a loss for words

Actions

Discernment 

Left from right

Or is it 

Right from wrong

I reach for you

And remember

It’s not the right

Night

And I remember

What a mess

I made

When it was

And I question

The world

At large

As well as

The small spaces

In between 

I know

That my life

Is better

With you in it

I doubt

The same

Is true 

For you

And therein

Lay

All the issues

Sad Saturday

Corners

There's always
Someone
Or something
Around the corner
Sometimes
The corner
Is in your mind
But
Nonetheless
There it is
There they are
And what is good?
What is bad?
In this regard
At times
We stop
And try to peek
Around the corner
At what's to come
What's in store
For us
Other times
We are so
Preoccupied
We round the corner
Without looking at all
At these times
We may miss
What's there entirely
Or
We may crash
Head first
Into what
We never saw coming

I walked blindly
Swiftly
Around the corner
When I collided with you
Now
Cautiously
I try to peek
Around the next bend
I seek out a mirror
For greater clarity
And get distracted
By my reflection
It's changing
The face
Of this woman
Before me
This woman
I see
But hardly knew
Because I always kept her
At arm's length
From everyone
Even
Myself
But now
In preparing
To round this corner
She opens
Ever so slightly
And invites in
A sliver of love
To warm her heart
And dry her tears
To grant her strength
And calm her fears
To slow her step
And help her see
She's too focused
On her destination
To appreciate
Her present journey

My Love

In acknowledging
One cannot
Fully love
Another
If
You don't
Love
One's self

And
Further acknowledging
The majority of days
I do not
Love
Myself

I must
Therefore
Conclude
I cannot
Fully love
Those
I say I do

Yet
My love
Feels
Like a superpower
Or
At least
A superhero's cape

My love
Feels endless
I reach out with it
And find you
And wrap you in it
And it feels so real
And so full

I must conclude
The thought
That I don't love myself
Is merely that
The feeling
The reality
Is that I do
Because
Otherwise
I could never
Ever
Feel this way
About you

Sami's Latest

If I...

If I were a speaker of words
I would tell you
That every day
I feel so grateful
To have you in my life

If I were a doer of things
I would do all I could
To show you
The love I hold
In my heart
For you

If I were a great cook
I would create a new dish
Every day
In honor
Of your existence

If I were an artist
I would create a masterpiece
Such that no one has ever seen
To capture
The feeling
Of being cared for, by you

If I were a woman of means
I would support you
And your dreams
So you would have
One less worry

If I were a magician
I would make my flaws
Disappear
So I could embody
Your perfect woman
So your love for me
Would never expire

Alas,
I am only Mee
I am not a speaker of words
A doer of things
A great cook
An artist
And especially not
A woman of means
Or
A magician

So I know
My expiration will stand
It makes me sad
But I guess
Also
Keeps me in line
Even though
You probably can’t tell
I do try
With all my heart
I try
Yet
I am aware
Trying is not enough
For you
Nor should it be
You deserve the best
And I fall well short of that
I am aware.