This silence before I step into the fifth gear is a relief.
Unused potential waiting to shine, and seeing that potential being shut down—two different things that hurt the same way.
This silence before I step onto the world’s stage, holding my head up high, is a relief.
Unmet goals, and seeing those goals slip from my hands—my misfortune, only to gain clarity a little too late.
This silence is mine to be in, mine to believe in, and only mine to dwell in.
Two hands may clap, but only one eye saw it coming, and I see stars with the remaining eye.
I wish both eyes could meet halfway in this missed luck.
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My Misfortune
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December Reminder
December reminds me
to pack all my memories
in the boxes I opened in January.
December reminds me
to check up on my soul,
my year-long battles,
and the love I shared.
Reminds me
to take a look at my cup—
and it was empty.
This time I gave everything.
This time I said what I hated.
Now sealed behind with duct tape.
Now sealed with wax,
it had me begging
for my respect. December has me wearing a scarf.
It is colder,
but with my warm smile
I am walking away.
December has me celebrating
my wins and my mistakes,
reminding me
every moment is a gift,
and life is better
when you enjoy the success
and the setbacks
the same way.
December has me overwhelmed
with tears of joy.
January will open new boxes for me,
and I can’t contain my joy. -
Poem By Calosha Gomes
Poem by Calosha Gomes
This will see the light of the day
when this chapter is wrapped tighter than any knot.
This will see the light of the day
when this chapter is closed completely.
This will see the light of the day
when I have stepped on the next step.
My silence creatively was my biggest, “FU.”
My silence creatively was my biggest, “You hurt me.”
My silence creatively was my biggest, “I cared.”This will only see the light
if the door is shut
and the key is dropped
in the deepest side
of this blue ocean.
You will not see a tear,
you will not see me sad,
I’ll smile
and you will hear,
“Yes, I am okay.”
My tears are above the pay grade.
My sadness is above the pay grade,
and so is my sanity
and my empathy.
Calosha Gomes 