Voice

at one point, I realized I forgot my voice.
in repetitive schedules,
I only looked forward for to-do lists and chores.
As I look back, all there are check marks.
black became a color of choice
because of its efficiency for revealing truths
shirts and jeans have become my uniform.
food became way to sustain my life,
not a way of culture.
what is my voice?
in a daily routine where I don’t speak at all
unless I need to,
it slips my mind.
I am curious
where this search will lead me.

12.17.2022

Throw

I want to make a throw that matters.
No matter what others laugh at or say
I want to make a point for you.
And for this, I throw it with all I have.

Getting ride of impurities
by thousands of hammering strikes
I want to get rid of false images in my head
with a excoriating heat of silence.

언젠가 떠오르리라
가슴에 품은 정열의 꿈.

8.20.2022