Quite frankly a little tired
of how much stamina I
have for shifting my
paradigms—
how long I can ride
the edge
of my realm
for overwhelm—
ah, I know
how to bask in the sun!
But I am tired of
being the moon
surrounded by
so much night—
Category: Social-Emotional Development
Busy These Days
Soft and small and
hard like something that’s
been whittled away to
their inner rock
Daffodil
Black goes with everything except pastels,
but I don’t want a classy sky.
I want pink, yellow, robin’s-egg starlight,
to match how soft it feels—
Accounting
Putting everything that we don’t need to
prove, because it can’t be proven, because it can’t
be proven wrong, on the list of things
we’re free from,
Healing Journey
Cafeteria Brownies
They say a birthday should leave you wiser,
more learned, more intelligent,
Trap
In memory, it is nobody’s fault.
The authority puts the wood burning stove out. The ashes
stir back to life.
Soft
I’ll forgive if you’ll forgive,
and I will love if you will love,
and I’ll have grace if you’ll have grace,
and I’ll be soft if—
the girl in the dream
Pride in the girl in the dream who walked away,
screamed, It’s not worth it.
She screamed,
It’s never worth it.
I don’t know how she’d get away, if
she were trapped on every side,
Lowly
If it is my lot in life to be a worm of the earth,
then when they chip away
each piece of me,
Alphabet Ravine 