focus

I thought I would be a bit more heartbroken.
I held my breath for a minute, then released, flushing my mind clear.
With my mind empty and my heart full, I let myself feel.
I never belonged to you, nor you to me.
Now certified true, I sharpen focus on who I am.
And look through the tunnel to see -
I’m meant to be a pioneer.

pre-teen angst

I was sitting quietly on the couch, contentedly listening to vocalist/violinist Iva Bittová's "Ne nehledej." My baby sister walked by and remarked, "What are you listening to? You're a weird person!"