I respect the moon for allowing the sun to rest
I question the sun’s position when the moon arrives with her many phases.
I congratulate the butterfly for morphing
I wonder if taking the caterpillar’s life was worth it.
I sympathize with the tree that stands in the forest alone
My heart is with that tree’s roots who keeps her grounded.
I question life;
Wishing I can rewrite experiences.
I have healed from pain
Haven’t managed to let go of regrets.
I am at war with myself
trying to help myself gain full understanding.
I am a young Caribbean writer who uses words as my weapon for expression.