May Tomorrow Be a Better Day

My life in shreds;
Can’t grab on the shards, only a few threads.
Need to pull. Draw it all in, push it all together,
But my hands feel dead. eluding skills.

They say, if i pull for just a bit longer, if i endure, if i keep sober,
butterflies would emerge, out of the ashes
blue birds would appear in the rain.

twenty four years of trek; can’t just make a leap of faith,
over a beat skipping heart,
what if it would break? too scared to fall,

Cause Here, nada es facil,
Never, Nothing’s on my side
I pull, I stretch, but only on my pride

Explain yourself woman, caterpillar said.
In a British tone: twenty three seconds,
I only knew it by the morning, sir,
By the night, you see, I’m different, sir.
That hardly makes sense.

Non-deterministically Polynomial nature
of her thought process,
She was too curious, too dumb, or too young,
to put a return at the bottom of every function.

Now, she is looking at her thin drawing papers,
chalk sketches, lines of poems, stains of color, here and there,
But outspread over the time, and place,

So, put it all together, Brand yourself, don’t be afraid,
You’re a sketcher, the business woman said.
Words, give me words, but just the right amount of them:
A Master’s thesis, in 15 minutes.
Two pages for curriculum of life.
no, that’s too long. just call it a CV.
Keywords, all they want. Better yet, skills.

twenty four years of life. I’m just plotting it out myself.
Where would you like me to begin?
Gotta begin somewhere;