One Step

One step, one day, one moment at a time

Put one foot forward

Then the next

Who knows where my steps end,

Where they lead

Move through the motion

Let the tears flow

They speak of a rainbow,

A lining in the sky

I cannot see

From my tunnel

But light awaits the edge,

How faint it is

Yet light still is

A packet of hope in my pocket

Heartaches will ease

I will breathe so long as my heart beats

Time will pass

How slow it does

How fast it ticks

These wounds never heal

But I can live

With them

What awaits?

But tomorrow

Tomorrow, if I live to see

Everything is temporary


One Step

📝 📷 –Natalia Go

April 16, 2020

Photo taken April 15, 2020

Two Seconds

Two seconds

The bomb went off

Shrapnels flying in every direction

All of them

Somehow landing onto me

Two eyes glinted with no spark

Through metal bars,

Met mine

For two seconds and fled

Gunpowder clouded the air

I took cover

Behind the glass

When I came out,

Everything was gone

The door closed,

The skies dimmed,

Rain fell


Should I have ran out

To stop the blast?

There was no time

To disarm.

BOOM!

The imminent clash,

Fragments of shells

Too quickly, too deep into my skin

An engine fired

Wheels turned toward the road,

I was alone

I didn’t bleed

Even as shrapnels

Continued to explode

Within me


I ran back

To my quarters,

Safe from further harm

Too late

To stop the rapid poison of lead

Now spreading through my veins

In just two seconds

The world ended,

Time frenzied,

Tears fell


Two seconds

Life resumed,

Forever changed.


Two Seconds

📝 Natalia Go

November 27th, 2019

Now It’s Your Turn

Your eyes gleam of firelight

That once brightened

My world before it went down in flames

Your smile speaks of dreams I once dreamt

Wash to shore before they were forged

I long for you to hear my voice

And tell you, it’s going to be okay

Once it’s all over

Once you see the rubble around you

And the destruction under your feet…

If you are still standing


My heart breaks how now you hear

Only the chirping birds

Afraid when at last, you begin to heed

The steady cowing crows

I would whisper in your ears

The things the hound would do

But for now, they will not hear,

They don’t belong to you

If I show you a picture

Of the hollow shell that you will be

It’ll only be a deity

On her pedestal, you’ll see

Unsuspecting of the moment

You’re brought down in the final scene


For that, I am sorry

I am sorry when time it comes

For you to cry my tears

But I can only watch from a distance

As you’re groomed to live my fears

You must forgive me…

For the woeful truth

That I am glad that you are here

Now I take my leave free of the chains

That now are bound to you

Now, it’s your turn.


📝 Natalia Go

Written July 25th, 2019

at the NYPL on 53rd

Along the Neon Prism

City lights, cheery sounds;

along the neon prism, I claimed a corner.

Between the Incas and the pandas,

the eastern dragon ahead;

I taste the lukewarm comfort of your cheap pottage

and found none.

In between paper cheese and liquid sugar,

I take and blow a misty whiff

hoping a second’s stillness would remind me

of what I’m doing here…

If I ever did know.

 

Amid your lovers, vagrants, and sleepwalkers,

I try to speed by;

afraid for my face to disappear

among theirs.

Pray tell me why

after the dancing waters and the desert snakes,

I’m still out here in this faux

Ville de Lumière,

driven from my temporary corner

to this windy plaza

by sandy-fringed babble.

I watch as your sleepwalkers head back to dreams

while I walk again on sore leather

to your lazy wagon;

back to my strange desert home.


📝 Natalia Go

Written August 10th, 2019