Birthday

i knew when you were ready
and that was the last moment i could read your mind
when little, little you blinked  for that first time
i had no idea what you thought of this world
i still have no clue
but you seem to like it here.

Burns

i once said i was bitter with venom that stung now i am silent with hoarse throat, i am messy with
burning voices and i am determined to move past this
like the swamps of despire or atreyu
this is a child's movie
a child's move
a dance to ruin and tremble my eyes to falter and fake my truths
perhaps i am being over dramatic
or lonely
but mostly i am unsure
i wish she was awake, to laugh and smile and hold my hands as she walked.
to reassure me that creation is beautiful.