Breathe.
Breathe.
Just breathe.
Step back and take another look,
at everything.
See the storm clouds rolling away
with every exhale.
Watch until your eyes believe
and your heart understands
that this will pass,
and peace has always been here,
and can be.
footsteps, furniture and new voices
The floor creaks under the weight
of footsteps, new and many.
Bodies rest upon furniture, furniture
which scarcely receives human contact.
Laughter and conversation
ring through the air,
of all ages and volumes.
Pushing us beyond comfort
for a few days
brings new appreciation for retreating
back, into routine and calm.
Despite temporary discomfort,
the footsteps, furniture and new voices
mean family and love are near.
Practice gratitude, and embrace
this chance, to fill your heart.
My, how snowflakes
Bless us with your presence
once again, on this morning,
this new day.
Today I choose to focus on your beauty,
your grace.
How easy it is to get lost in you.
Each individual part coming together
to make the whole.
Uniqueness remains,
despite temporary dissolution into the masses.
The journey details matter not,
as long as you reach the destination.
My, what calm. My, what comfort.
My, how snowflakes can be just
like humans.
theme parks
I visit a different theme park
every day it seems,
one day filled with roller coasters
and the next with gentle swings.
Today the air is warm and bright
filled with laughter, sun and cheer,
but a storm passed through a few days ago
of darkness, thunder and fear.
I never know what the weather will be
or what theme park I will attend,
but each day begins with opportunity and hope
that I shall seek to capture and defend.
fresh
Time for a fresh start
a new beginning
in a path
I already find myself in the middle of.
Blow fresh wind into my sails
shine light anew upon the darkened corners
of my inner self
where I always felt
alone and confused and restless
upon emerging from the shadows cast there.
Bestow a new way forward
which can both replace and refresh
my projected journey
into the valley lying ahead.
Drown the sorrows
Drown the sorrows,
the struggles, the insecurities
in the liquid
that warms your mouth and throat
and leaves a fire
in its wake
to validate your acknowledgment.
How many times have you
tasted this burn,
felt it smoldering for hours and hours?
Tell me,
does it make things better
or worse?
my past self
I turn around,
take a look back at my past self,
read old journals
relive near-forgotten memories
and I think of her.
I yearn for her,
the young girl who thought
she had it all figured out,
a naive romantic
a dreamer.
What would it be like
to step back into those worn out Adidas shoes
and take in again her optimistic hopes
of the future, of the world beyond?
I ache for her pain,
revel in her happiness.
Some parts of her remain
in me
and other parts
I wish to recover from the buried sand.
little bit farther
Watching the needle
dip down, down,
closer to the bottom
and yet,
I keep on going
wondering how far I can go
before the last drop is used up.
Just a little bit farther.
The light comes on.
Just a little bit farther.
inner me
Between me
and my inner self
what is there left to do
but fight for her,
the inner me?
I need to set her free.
Every day
Riding through the waves of the day
from high to low
and only a short while on the even.
From good to bad
and mediocre
several trips per day
makes for an aching vessel
when the finish line arrives.
Every day
the map fuzzy, unclear,
uncertainty
of sharp corners and rolling hills
remains a certainty.
Every day.
Dawning Words 