All my life led me.
I asked for beauty and waited
into ages I never imagined inhabiting.
Never thought I would prove her
at such numbers.
I asked for dreams upon dreams
and was given such pain
I twisted and changed
over and over again, woke
with a start from so many things
I didn’t know I was dreaming until I wasn’t.
This life came to me, through me,
rhyming to me my own beauty and pain.
Everything I asked for came
wrapped in its opposite,
revealed only by some cadence of time.
These are the things I think, sitting
in perfect desert sun.
Just me and this orange tree.
melissa suarez
melissa 