Courage grows even in starless spaces Ignited within, glowing fervently Burning brightly even as shoulders stoop Urging forward even as fingers quake.
When the bitter cold sets into our veins When the glare of ice and snow begins to disenchant Our hearts start to pine for the first signs of spring To thaw out the winter from our souls. We are beings of hope in times of darkness With a natural pull toward regeneration, rebirth Gravitating towardContinue reading “Longing for Spring”
Isn’t it strange that we cannot break down Until we are finally safe? Holding onto our hypervigilance Until we can give our hearts permission To quietly break.
Remarkably, still we rise. After a tearful, restless night with no foreseeable end We rise up with the sun and press on, press on. No physical strength left to hold up our tired heads Yet with borrowed grit we stand again and again. Never dreaming we would be traversing this path alone We cry whileContinue reading “And Still We Rise”
Today I watched my almost 20-year-old kitchen table leave my home It was old, stained, chipping, covered underneath with layers of Disney stickers Evidence of its long and beloved history, weaved into fibers of oak. Now it has left to continue its life with one branch of a broken family To build more history, createContinue reading “An Unassembled Table and 42,538 Pieces of Hardware”
To the ones who rise up from gravity with heaviness in their chest Souls fraying at the edges while consistently giving their best, To the ones who care for others with shoulders stooped in pain Hiding worlds of grief, pushing aside the rising shame, To the ones who know within themselves they are sound andContinue reading “A Balm for the Lonely of Heart”
Just a few more steps Carefully, there is weakness in these knees So great the effort required to remain standing Against the weight of human frailty. Searching, ever-searching, for a safe space To completely and unashamedly fall apart, We instead expend our efforts hiding fractures In our carefully steeled-up defenses Because even in times ofContinue reading “Sanctuary”
Her majesty, Queen Iris, blooms at the peak of spring Royally towering over her flower subjects Ruling her garden kingdom with curt nods of her head. She wears robes of royal purple and white lace Offering both order and wisdom to all who see her Reminding us that we each play a role in thisContinue reading “Iris”
After the hyacinths and the tulips have begun to wilt Tiny tree blossoms scattered like snow across the grass, An elegant bush unassumingly draws attention With wispy leaves and strings of magenta flowers Shaped like intricate, seeping hearts. Even in our most noble efforts to remain optimistic There are days when our souls must fallContinue reading “Bleeding Heart”
There is something about tulips An innocence; a soft blush of pastels Effortlessly blooming in neat rows or symmetrical clusters Big bobbleheads, held up miraculously By slender but steely necks. I am puzzled by the meaning of these youthful blooms: Everlasting love seems too seasoned a theme For flowers so purely joyful and childlike. TulipsContinue reading “Tulips”