If i knew then...

Yea, absolutely, I would have done things differently.

Strength would have been a more dear friend to me
Being outspoken would have been my most powerful tool

Realizing then, what i know now,
that only I have control over my life

selective memory

with the many petals one picks

there are bad ones and there are good ones

our fingerprints leave impressions 

where our choice does not matter

to remember or to forget, you never know

JC eskimo

Winds that hid behind the brick

blow at my face with a force

tossing my hair to a whiplash

watering my eyes with persistence

I search for my strength 

planting a foot down forward

crushing the snow under it

making a lasting impression

the warmth inside me grows

into a powerful heat 

with blood pumping, reviving me

into the eskimo i need to be.


P.S. Happy birthday Mom. I miss you.