I Carry [Diana He]

I carry with me a tendency to hesitate and to never start.  I carry with me the ability to see the best of others and the worst in myself. I carry with me a heavy body with a heavier heart, and a face I sometimes turn away from in the mirror.  I carry with me love that I'm willing to give, but few seems to want.  I carry with me books that made me the woman I am today.  A journal that doesn't get written in enough.  Enough pens and pencils for my everyone around me to write down how they feel. I carry with me the wish for chalk and paint so I can write on walls and tell the world how I feel without signing my name.  I carry with me words that spill out sometimes, but never at the right times.  I carry with me long flights home filled with tears because I didn't want to leave the place I just left.  I carry with me love for my friends that grows every day because, as we get older we know each other better, and love is more vibrant with greater understanding.  I carry with me resentment for those who don't try as hard to keep in touch as I do.  I carry with me places in my heart for those "friends" that remain because I cannot stop caring. I carry loyalty, respect, courage, fear, doubt, confidence, and just enough arrogance to keep the bullshitters at bay.  I carry with me turbulence not born out of rough seas or windy skies, but from my own mixed up feelings churning this way and that, leaving me unclear about what I want.  I carry dreams for the future that lead me to so many different places that are all away from the people I love now.  I carry with me the words of great writers that don't roll off my tongue the same way I've heard them read, but I delight in them because they now belong to me, as well.  I carry, I carry, I carry so many things that I have lost track of them. I carry a desire to keep going, but I must apologize because I've run out of time.

Sin Rostro! Open Mic night

the Beauty Bar [231 E 14th St.]

6/11

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