My heart beats crazily,
Emotions spill colours:
Red, purple, and blue,
That spatter over my paper –
Aching, laughing, loving;
My liquid heart bursts open
Into hollow whiteness:
A blank page without a past
For there is no history yet;
Secrets caged within me,
Struggling to escape.
They are to blame for sleepless nights,
Tossing endless hours on a bed of stars,
Wishing there were no double meanings,
No dancing between the blurry lines
Of fact and fiction.
Impatience blackens my smile,
But the flower blossoms slowly;
I stand on the brink of a new reality,
Waiting and watching as the petals unfold,
Opening up at last
To meet the sheer gold of dawn.
~ Ilana Reimer