The Girl in Apartment B Chose Happiness Today

Hope is a bird in mid-flight.

It is letting you go, setting you free,

Offering you unconditional love

In return for almost nothing.

It is the love I have for myself;

For the meticulous intangible poison

That runs through my veins

And for the words it creates.

Words that one day may keep me fed.

It is for my mother, my father,

Yia-Yia in the yard,

Grandpa cooking in the restaurant.

It is for when we meet again.

When I see them, surrounded in ultra violet ray,

I will open my hand to quietly present

The silent bird

Which so elusively flew from me

In my earthly life.

I will show them why I am there.

It was my time.

I never gave up.