wednesday songs

I can hear the city bellowing outside

and Wednesday is groaning out

a lingering goodbye

I am watching your breath rise,

grateful for the air in your lungs

they sing the sun to me

they sing

and there is no longing here

not now, in this calm

there is only the bliss

etched on your skin;

permeating my own

and the sinking feeling disappearing somewhere within

I pour my hopes into a


I let it sit

and learn time does stop

after all

– sheila c.


I dreamt that the gods picked me out of bed

and shook me violently

they had grown tired of my struggle

and breathed bravery into my lungs

i was not born ready for this

but something has changed

it was desire that made me weak

so I will take those parts you claimed

and build a new fire

a new flame to consume the old

and burn the blame

– Sheila C.



for you 

how can i pray 

for you? 

I’m a quiet athiest 

but i want peace 

for you. 

i read all 114 surahs 

a labor of love, 

for you. 

I hoped to understand 

the way you loved 

and experienced loss. 


I grew wise 

for you.

i changed the season 

for you.

my branches 

became bare 

my white bulbs 

began to weep 

petals on the ground,

for you.

I became reborn,

for you.

I was dust 

and cloud 

and light 

and eternal 

and I did not 

know myself 

as I am,


for you. 

– Sheila C.