A PIECE

I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in d air of distrust.
When budding of the blossoms,
Fear of thorns arises.
Under shade of haven,
There is the ain-who directs me to be hell doven.
Adjacent of better hopes,
Still dawning in the dark,
Possessing the short story to recite…with title,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.


When an instinctual phrase,
Found a compatibility in me,
I went alone to justify the torn legislation.
Vanishing the sun shine,
Holding the moisture,
Lending to the clouds of disbelief of thee.
I m not the one to trod,
Face the unseen sword.
I’m the one to feel blood with impulse,
I’m joining those pieces,
Lost in the air of distrust.

-CATHERINE SOLATORIO