​the purple house

By ​Pyo Tarapi ’24

time traverses through them
her thoughts overflow
but yet
are never spoken into existence
 
the growing child thinks and thinks
And dreams.
 
For a new world where the sun flickers
A sunset-set fever immortalized 
Where the wind sings lullabies 
echoing up to the stars
 
in this faraway land
she spends days after days
running towards a purple house,
where the shadows of a mother and daughter
dance playfully forever
 
every footstep she leaves behind
in the hot sand, the swampy mud,
and the snowy road
her thoughts tangle, loop, and twist another
 
she never reaches the door
held back by the truth
the truth of her heart
 
that she only wants her momma
for her momma to see
how far she had come
for coming so, so far
so very close to the purple house
that’s almost within her grasp