Knitted In Time

One day I saw a white dove flying, soaring to the sky It dances against the wind of time just to reach Mt. Olympus… her palace! Other gray doves wanted to accompany her but she always commented with deep conviction,  “No and I’m sorry for I can’t afford distractions at this time of the day. I must always keep flapping my wings.”   Clouds turned from cirrus to cumulus. Each flap of wings made her higher and higher  So other gray doves can’t reach her. They say, “She’s unreachable.” She heard them.  Clearly.  Like an echo that so deafening. It shot an arrow across her heart. A bull’s-eye! That’s the time a feather dropped from the sky.   From then on, I noticed a difference from the way the white dove flies. From just looking straight ahead like a telescope, she glanced back and forth. She’s looking everywhere. Searching. But she never stops from flapping her wings. Still the same intensity. Still vigorous. Still hard but graceful.   But on the 6th day o...

Give me time to get out of my shell Because I struggle to be part of the ordinary. I do not open easily  You will probably need a drill and a hammer. I like hiding in the attic Because there you cannot find me. I am a mess and broken like fragile chinaware.  And I try to fix myself with glue, Even trying to laminate the torn pieces. To pretend I am shiny and new. I might feel happy today and friendly And tomorrow I might be gone again And you are wondering why I am different  It is not because of you! I cannot be a good friend because  My world is different than yours. And you might give up and hate me And people gossip too!  You might listen and believe. It is fine. I understand. It is always like that. Life is full of drama! I am scared of people and I don’t like them. I can live in Mars even in Neptune So nobody will be there. Saturn and Jupiter are also appealing  Might make me feel safe there. Earth is my la...