It's a perfect day
and that means
that
today I'm Tasha.

Tasha is elegant
adopting speech
of English old.
She approves not
of isolation
and fragmentation.
She makes
my mind think clearly,
work properly.
I wish I could
be Tasha
everyday.
She's perfect.

It's not always like that.
Anger is Ellie,
ready to grudge
or kill
at the slightest provocation.

Fear is Rachel.
Hiding,
trying to be
invisible.
The usual front, a mask of hate
and
necessary lies.

Academic achievement is Emma,
never used,
still in the box,
traded for something
more interesting,
perhaps.
Not sure.
Haven't checked.

Confidence is Victoria.
Seldom heard,
whispering quietly,
the answers that
could be right.
Never sought out.

I can just remember
only just
when I was none of these.
Just one person.
Calm and undivided.

From one day
to the next
I'm never sure
who will be "I"
for the day. But it doesn't matter.
I'm thankful now.
Because
today I'm Tasha.

"Untitled"

So close
but yet so far.
Our friendship is like
no other experienced by me.
One of written words and wishes
not of sight or many years.
What I read is all I know
never thoughts or feelings show
in a letter
cold and crisp.
There is a world
happy and joyous
where problems are non-existent
where written words are commonplace
and people differ from
reality. Shed me some light
on the rules of this practice
it seems as though
I'm the one that's
been left behind.
Tell me why
people change their personalities
to unsuspecting
unknowing
and sometimes uncaring people.
Sing me a song
a song of you.
Filled with truth and certainty.
I appreciate kind words.
Tell me of everyday things
of interest to you
even if I've already been there.