Emily

You are radiant,
Made up of all the colors that display themselves so bright
after a stormy morning
Bringing forth sunshine.

You are joy,
Arms open to heal any kind of wound
and to comfort a broken heart
With enough smiles to fill any weary mouth.

You are beauty,
With pearls that dance when you laugh
Chocolate eyes as sweet as their color
And arms of a butterfly.

You are Pure,
With quiet humility and gentle intentions
Your love is to make us laugh
And to look at life through your simplicity, and bask in it.

You are Peace,
With a melody of angels when you sing and laugh
When you tuck yourself in deep in our arms
And sleep.

You are Love,
When you play and twirl in your dresses
In your embrace and kisses
In sweet letters counting to infinity.

You are my radiance,
my joy,
my beauty,
my purity,
my peace,
my love,
You are my Emily.

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby

More Like Myself

Can I be different for a change?
For all you know, you don't know much
And the one you met is not as such.

Can you blame me,
If I want to be more like myself lately?
Will you judge me if I allow myself to show
All the colors, all the voices, all the emotions and the soul?
Because I've felt more like dust lately
Settling in the crevices of the likely
And blowing in the direction of the ordinary.

Would you be angry if I didn't apologize?
If every once in a while I declined?
If some days I said I had enough
Would you get mad if I was a little rough?
Because I'm weary of saying yes
And being left here with a mess
Only because you came before I
And no one did care if I died-
Or not.

Can I be more like myself lately?
Will you hear me just for me?
Will you not ask that I give up some pieces
And allow me to live with a little peace?

Can you see me resting upon your belongings?
Settling, gathering, provoking allergens
I can be cleaned away, thrown away
You never allow me to fully stay
But why go so far if I'll never fade?

Just let me become something more
Than your ruins, your neglect, your "what for?"
If you'll take me, I'll become me
And if you reject me, I'll still be becoming
Because, for once, I'll do what I need to do
To shed the old me, and become something new.

-Noemi E. Garcia Rigsby

Retrospect-----A little prose to change it up :)

There's so much more
I know about myself
Today.
Had I only know yesterday:

I still would have wandered penniless,
but feeling rich.
I still would would have danced,
but outside the confines of a room.
I still would have answered, "Yes"
but dared to be the one who asked the questions,
and declined more often.

I still would have stared into mirrors,
but praised my youthful body, instead of beckoning it for change.
I still would have studied my face,
but searched my eyes to find worth.
I still would have walked,
but confidently, regardless of the direction,
trusting my instincts.

Looking back,
Too little mistakes,
Is my greatest regret
Because despite them, pain or joy
All roads still brought me here

And perhaps I'd realize sooner:
That mistakes build character and confidence,
without the pride

Experience makes a person wholly,
even if religion cannot

And life is no more linear,
even if you can't backtrack,
it still makes good of all your bads

And God forgives not just the things you've done,
but should have done

And today,
Is not "all we've got."

-Noemi Garcia Rigsby