twelve little words

Day 9- Quickly jot down four verbs, four adjectives, and four nouns. Write a poem using all 12 words.


run, heal, take, laugh
somber, introverted, cautious, pleasant
home, taxi, hairbrush, fountain


God called me a taxi last week
to take me to streets lined with dandelions under skies filled with stars made of sugar
He must have known I couldn't run fast enough
Couldn't heal deep enough 
So it was time to bring me home
I packed the biggest things first
My delusions, my suspicions and my hope 
It was such a heavy load that I had to laugh at the thought of carrying it by myself 
Until I realized that I didn't want to 
I had no room for things I couldn't move into smaller spaces - my chest being the smallest
So I emptied everything back out
I kept the hope though and stashed it in my lungs just as a reminder to keep breathing
I threw the bad memories, tear soaked pillows, somber thoughts and undelivered love letters into a fountain for another woman to drink from
Maybe there were lessons in there that could teach her how to be more cautious with her love than I had been
Maybe my failed relationship would turn into her horse and carriage
Maybe he was supposed to be her husband and I was just his practice
The time had come for me to be introverted, to look deep inside myself for things that felt lost but were really just rearranged in the cupboards of my sanity
God had a plan for me
I sat there waiting between my mother's legs for my cab to come
She moved the hairbrush through my scalp while whispering to me the things I should not forget to bring
I whined, "Mom, I'm grown. What could I possibly forget?"
"Oh you're grown huh? Well it seems like you forgot something already."
The cab's horn rushed me to say, "And what is that?"
She stood up and walked to the door to let me out
"No matter how grown you are, don't forget to love young."