Walking slowly, guided by stone walls that Rise beside me, thousands of feet in the air. Evidence of the power of patience, In millions of years, water can wear down stone. In the same way, we need to turn our will To pursue our goals. Flowing around barriers Until they are worn away with time. […]Read more "The Canyon"
These days I feel I’m invincible Ready to take on the world alone I break rules, I escape gravity’s pull, Ready to disprove everything known. (They all say these are the best days of my life.) A few years later I have hit my stride I have a career, I am somebody. I have accomplishments, […]Read more "The Best Days of My Life"
I would fight for you with everything I’ve got With tooth and with nail, shed blood, sweat and tears With every ounce of muscle, get stabbed, get shot To protect you from every one of your fears I’d be your knight, your champion, your hero And protect you from every evil. In burning sun, drenching […]Read more "I will fight for you"
Life is short. I learned that from you. Well, I guess I already knew in my head but you made it real. Visceral. You were 100% here and then you were gone. A light that shone too bright to last long. I feel it in my bones now When I think about you And […]Read more "Life is Short"
I sit on the hard-packed earth, feeling the chill of the frozen ground, my warmth seeping out into the air. A slight pain when my lungs fill Before smoke billows forward, a silent shout. There’s a chill in my heart, an empty space. You were there. You were sick. Now you are gone. I won’t […]Read more "Loss"
They say that anger is what pain and fear look like when they show themselves in public. An animal threatened, lashing out to intimidate and diffuse the threat. A preemptive strike. Protecting self, covering insecurities that whisper “they will win, we will lose.” Coming from a mindset of scarcity. This country belongs to me and […]Read more "Thoughts on Hate"
I guess the difference is that we used to worship gods that created us. Our Father. Our mothers, aunts, and uncles. Sometimes disappointed (rightfully so.) Sometimes capricious, sometimes wrathful, sometimes proud. Not always good parents, sometimes absent, sometimes selfish. But parents. Parents who created us and felt responsible for us. Parents who maybe sometimes hated […]Read more "Gods"