The Hostel Dweller

The hostel dweller climbs up and down creaky staircases and bedsDrinks instant coffeeAnd watches people come and go The hostel dweller sleeps in a room with people from all over the world but doesn’t bother to ask where are they from anymore  The hostel dweller is used to shower flip flops and travel sized everythingincluding connections The hostel dweller doesn’t…

My Mother’s Hands

My mother’s hands Are papery thin How glorious and beautiful Her veins running through them like the Nile river She tries to hide them Saying they reveal too much Yet the only thing I see Are years of tireless nights in every crack And selfless servitude in every fold The next time I hold them…

Fear

develop strength

A little while ago I told fear to go fuck itself I put my feet up I felt wonderful This tiny parasitic emotion Paralyzing me Controlling me Creates havoc in my soul But fear is just a monster that we create It feeds on the powers that we give it We are the ones who hand…