Hold Steady

The morning breaks
 like a tidal wave
 dashing my life's plans
 upon the rocks
 spraying my hopes into the air
 like mist droplets,
 uncatchable,
 dissipating.
 I stare after them,
 longing for what
 never materialized
 only to see
 a fine array of colors
 illuminating through the
 rainbow-prism mist
 pooling on the surface
 of my eyes.
Joy is hidden in seeing 
the beauty of the light 
that springs forth 
from what is lost.

~Nichelle Lei
Apr. 24, 2017

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img_7284One fateful accident,

one step away

from brushing passed you

and never knowing 

what I'd missed...

your promises,

your love,

your tender kiss.

Only dreams.

Except I slipped...

and reached for a steady hand,

and it was yours that found mine.

It was yours.

And it is yours 
that holds mine, 
still.

-Nichelle Lei

 

Daily Prompt: Moon

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Moon, 
you followed me,
across the State line,
hidden and demure
in the day's
light.
So faint
and silent,
hovering o'er me
unseen,
as I,
distracted
by the music
fading in and out
through my stereo
speakers,
raced on,
oblivious.

Down the road,
I felt your gaze
and met it.
I wondered upon
you.
Your face...
was brighter
in the fading light,
glowing 
with the
knowledge
that 
night
was just around
the corner.

I forced my eyes
back onto the 
blacktop 
to break 
the spell.
Your 
light
is 
so 
dangerous.

-Nichelle Lei

via Daily Prompt: Moon

Daily Prompt: Surface

Surface
I bubble up to the surface 
chasing the orbs that 
slip from my mouth.
I wish it were fear.
I wish it were anger.
I wish it were pain
escaping me.
I dive down again.
I could stay
on the bottom
of this pool
forever,
staring up
at the surface
where life occurs.
It happens.
Life.  
Often it hurts.
The water feels safer,
an amorphous embrace.
Like a mother's womb.
I could stay,
if it weren't for 
this weakness;
the need 
for life, 
for air,
for the burning
in my lungs
to subside,
the need to see
with wet eyes
what waits for me
up there.
That life,
malformed and wavy
through a watery frame
stares down
at me 
from the surface,
taunting me.
You need me.
You breathe me,
and sometimes
You love me.
Curiosity grabs me.
I bubble up to the surface 
chasing the orbs that 
slip from my mouth.

-Nichelle Lei

 

via Daily Prompt: Surface

Profound Words

 

They find me

under the covers

at night,

speeding through thoughts

behind the wheel,

always nipping at my heels.

They climb inside my head

and scream,

"Write me..."

I run from them,

and I love them so

I cannot decipher

which part of them

begins and ends 

apart from me

and which part

makes up myself.

Can I live a full life

without these words,

in human form,

finding their way to paper?

If I find myself 

taking my last breath,

knowing I have not 

given them the life 

they wanted

(still screaming 

and trying to 

bleed out of 

my fingertips

through

the swirls 

and unique 

shapes that

name me,

make me 

Me),

will I have failed?

If I'm the only one

who ever knows them

will my life have 

been profound?


-Nichelle Lei 



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Profound