It burned, in every way imaginable... It burned in my lungs, It burned in my skin, It burned in my heart, And it burned in my eyes. Like the freshest air, or the hottest flame- The coldest water, or the brightest day. I felt it coat my mind and soul, Burning me alive, while making … Continue reading That Flame
Years of Forgiveness, or Years of Permission?
What I thought I'd givenFor love to flourish, to grow, to become something stronger than anyone could know,Was years of forgiveness,Years of understanding,Patience and kindness with little demanding.I thought all the chancesWere signs from my heart, Symbols of how deep I lovedWith every broken shard.No, that was never right, though... was it? Here, alone, and … Continue reading Years of Forgiveness, or Years of Permission?
When is Freedom, Freedom?
We live in a country where presidents are jokes;our leaders are voted leaders with suspiciously little votes.People are executed unarmed in the streets,and rapists are proven guilty, but immediately freed.Children are murdered on the government’s dimewhile criminals are rewarded and the innocent are fined.Where Tanks and swat are used to quiet down a protest,Instead of … Continue reading When is Freedom, Freedom?
Chalk lines on pavement once meant hopscotch; now, they outline the bodies. Orphaned backpacks of bulletproof fabrics litter the vibrant halls, while the children line up in clouds to get fitted for angel wings. On the wall: "NOTICE: Heaven is running low on size '7T'" A little girl wonders if they come in a pony theme... As a nation, paralyzed … Continue reading Unchanged
Bring me Home
Cradle me with palms of silk Give me something I can't will. I am your sheep among the land I need your guidance, and your hand. I walk along a broken road I set upon so long ago, And without you, now, I must admit It's been so hard to travel it. So sing to … Continue reading Bring me Home
And the world moved around her In a way she could not follow The beings spoke The children laughed And she sat Under the darkest light Trying to exist But fading
The Truth Will — Eyes + Words
3/7/2019 “The truth will set you free. But not until it is finished with you.” – David Foster Wallace Photo by Lena Bell via The Truth Will — Eyes + Words