identity

Tender is my brain

Flawed like a diamond

Lucky thirteen is my faith

Devoid of all thought

Tender is my brain

Let me share a few haikus

Simmer, boil, and torch

Fried tendons so ache

But the soul, even more so

Where’s the aloe vera

Tick, tick, Tick and go

No one waits for clarity

Run, run, run and fight

Too tired to wake up

Strap on and ride the subway

Heading north maybe

The journey has been

It will be an end perhaps

Be rooted or mired

2 replies »

  1. Dear Mimi,

    Well done! I would like to resonate with your new poem by extending your last line “Be rooted or mired” as follows:

    Be brave
    Be bold
    Be beautiful
    Be you

    Wishing you a productive week doing or enjoying whatever that satisfies you the most!

    Yours sincerely,SoundEagle

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