It found me when I needed it most
Materializing my nothing into something
I thought I could never wake up to
Today I am a collection of memories
Written into a poem without words
From a heart made with shards
Who knew words could cut so deep
Into the mind where truth stood
Waiting to be opened and understood.
Your feelings, she said,
They feel too much.
Dong Huan Tony Li,
Cornell University B.F.A. 19