Still There

I’m still here. I am lost within myself, but I am still here. I cannot express my truth, but I am still here.

I cannot recall things or people, but I am still here. I cannot be independent and my body doesn’t listen, but I am still here.

I am not the person I was or that you remember, but I am still here. I feel as though I am not me anymore, but I know, am still here.

I forget, yet I am not to be forgotten. I still feel and see, touch and breathe. My words and actions do not make sense to you or to me, but I’m still here.

Please do not forget me while I’m trapped within my walls. I am still here.


– ML Malta

Future.

Future. I look to you hoping to see something new. To see a version of myself that would be appealing and attainable. In the microseconds of every day I see you becoming no more than yesterday. I cannot move beyond myself and these walls, yet, there is progress. There is more! A balance between what was, is, and what will be. Carefully orchestrated beyond my reach and significantly within and out of my control. What a whirlwind you are? Oh creation, a mystery and a mastery; not to be put under the microscope.

ML Malta