Do you love me?
There was a plea in your eyes
a choking sob
you caught in your throat.
I always thought I would be the one
to ask you those frightening questions
The plan was never for anyone to get hurt
for the pain I will cause your heart.
How cruel of me
to ruin a beautiful day
under the sun.
I wish I could weave
your tears of sadness into
better days to come.
broken bond when one
lies of little things they lie
about everything !
— Day Sibley
June 7, 2017
waves of light
this is what it feels like to die.
— day sibley, cardiac arrest
in the pit of my stomach
has never failed me before,
why would it now?
i hope it does.
— day sibley, intuition
Rejections, after Lauren Elma Frament
In a year of taking a break from submitting, I almost forgot how tedious sending your work to publications can be. You put blood, sweat and tears in revising your work to death before sending it out, and boom! You get the big “no”.
Sending my pieces to lit. journals had come in small blessings, usually unexpected. There were times my pieces fitted the theme of the journal and I got the boot. There were times I would cry and question if I should write at all, some I didn’t care.
Which is to say, you shouldn’t question whether you’re a good writer or not, there’s plenty of journals worldwide. It’s one of the scenarios where you have to push yourself. It’s not going to be easy–it’s really frustrating to be honest, but it’s part of the journey being a writer.
She watches the sky
a horrific shade of black
air heavy with mortal
Her tail glitters ever shade of blue
webbed claws sharp as razors
emerged from the sea
assembling herself onto an ice floe
gazing at the dying subjects,
sinking to the depths of the ocean.
The mermaid snapped out of her trance,
turning to see a youthful maiden with hair like that of the sun;
who drifted far from her kin.
With amusement, the mermaid watched
as the bright haired child struggled to stay afloat
her pleading eyes sinking below.
— Day Sibley, She Liked The Way They Died
written and revised since 2011
God forbid someone
treats your daughter the way you
treat her own mother.
— Day Sibley, Women and daughters
A blessing it would be if women could
love one another instead of competing
against each other.
— Day Sibley, A Woman’s Mirror
The greatest sin the world forbids a woman to do, is love herself.
See, she is the wife before she is an individual. The mother who
cares for herself last. Someone’s sister or aunt. She never belongs
to herself. God forbid she does.
— Day Sibley, A Woman’s Worth
If you keep burying your feelings
deep in the ocean
the current of the tide will spit it
— Day Sibley