In bits and pieces,
I am finding myself
in whole,
I was not lost,
I was, I am
in process,
Now peaking out new,
Vibrant crocus
pushing up through cold snow,
Whole me is a flower
in the process of budding
through full bloom,
I will guard this treasure,
And not let it’s appearance be shamed,
My self in bloom is beauty
in rare, raw form
fragile,
and yet miraculous in strength
bending independently toward the light,
knowingly drinking the mana of life waters,
feeding for knowledge,
preparing for
the continual, eternal
blossoming toward wholeness
Tag: Poetry
Anxious Mind
Heart in vise,
It grips unexpectedly,
Unique fear pulsates,
Mind tripping on select thoughts,
Anxiety freezes soul
Starlight
The starlight is so bright out here,
No light pollution competition,
My eyes are in awe at the sight,
Like reading words for the first time,
I cannot go back to silent foggy skies,
Cannot imagine not finding my star,
As it illuminates my heart and mind,
Every night,
Star,
This dreamer searches for you,
And wishes,
By your light
Every night
What Comes Next
We are cutting
Ties to our siblings,
Because imaginary lines
Dictate whose lives we should value,
Whose skin should get in,
What we should allow authorities in power to do to them,
This is the slippery slope,
That leads to the unspeakable deeds,
That leads to giving up souls,
For the sake of peace of mind via apathy,
And here we stand,
Where others before us swore we would never again go,
But here we are,
And all hands are red,
As we shuffle aimlessly wondering
What to do,
Trying to remember
What comes next.
Tiny Superhero
A superhero she wants to be
When she grows up, big and strong,
She aspires young
For good–freedom, honor, truth,
Tiny your big dreams inspire
The Phrase
The phrase “I love you”
Is empty compared to words
My mind has for you.
She of Letters 