Sometimes
my heart
is
so full
of flight
there is no
room
for any
sensations
or words
of sensibility
or consolation.
Those are
the days
when I grieve
my wing
clippings
the most.
Wing Clippings
Born to Express
You
were born
to express
every part of
you.
Not
to be
disciplined
into silence.
Being and Empath
I’d rather
lose
myself
than see you
lose
in life.
I’d rather
be the one
crying
than see you
hurt.
And no,
this is not
a love poem.
“You”
are the one reading
this poem
and everyone
who is not.
You see,
if it is my
pain,
it is mine
to heal.
If it is your
pain,
it is still mine
but not mine
to heal.
I choose to love
I choose
to be
open,
to be
willing
to look for
ways
to love
you.
I choose
to forgive,
to understand,
to be generous of
your weaknesses.
I choose
to love
the way
you were,
the way
you are,
the way
you choose
to be
tomorrow.
Equality
Equality
breeds
compassion
and justice.
Sameness
breeds
loneliness
and
rebellion.
Beauty
Beauty is
the witness
of grace
unfolding.
Attraction is
the allurement
of the beholder
transfixed.
On Solid Ground
Sometimes
I have to
force
myself
to stand
still.
Breathing
through
my feet
to feel
that
I am
still standing
on
solid ground.
Time
None of us
knows
how much
life
we have
to live.
Being
a picky
consumer
of time
is
essential.
Home
When home
no longer
feels
safe,
your feet
no longer
touch
the ground
and
your heart
seems to have
moved
to
your throat.
Anxiety
Anxiety
is like fighting
an enemy
trying to
keep you out
of the sun.
You claw
and scratch
to be
let out.
Depression
is like being cradled
by a con-artist
who has you convinced
that there is no
daylight at all.
Even if
the sun
peeks through
the curtains
you feel
no warmth
from it.
