And Then, I Am Done Poem by Jane Quijano

Should i paint or should i write?
I grope to find a word for a thousand summers...

Every dust shining through a gentle wind among the pages of a thousand breezes!
Are they of friends or lovers? Friends to become fateful lovers or lovers to die a million death? No, lovers to a war of a thousand reasons and counting...

Should i paint or should i write?
I am straining... my breath struggling to find the word that paints a thousand nights--
Of one dot in the world of a million dots.
Every space crammed but filled with shadows and lights wanting to burst and live!

Some are vivid with broken spirits and thrived to a blinding gusts of colors... or the dimming of a beautiful star beyond the galaxies of heavens!

I will tread on my memories to find the word that evaded me years ago....
Or words unwritten  and in between my thoughts. Centuries and lifetimes ago.

And then,   I am done.