Category: Poetry

  • The Tree

    the tree, the tree
    called out to me
    not out loud
    but quietly
    
    please, please
    come here, it said
    your hungry soul
    must be fed
    
    there’s nourishment
    inside me to fill
    your emptiness
    so just be still
    
    vitality moves through 
    my trunk and leaves
    touch me now
    for your soul grieves
    
    close your eyes
    breathe, be calm
    absorb my energy’s 
    healing balm
    
  • The Light Down There

    Photo by Atharva Tulsi on Unsplash
    i’m not good at friendship
    but we became friends
    i’m not good at being reciprocal
    but i tried
    
    i’m not sure why
    but i don’t need people
    like they need me
    
    you thought you knew me
    but you never broke the surface
    because i go deep
    and i know myself 
    well enough
    to know 
    you couldn’t dive 
    that deep
    so, i didn’t take you there
    we stayed on the surface
    so you could be comfortable
    
    there was something about me
    that made you
    uneasy
    i could tell
    
    sometimes, i wondered
    if you thought 
    my depths 
    were dark, 
    they’re not
    there’s light down there
    it can be white-hot, 
    brilliant, blinding,
    and hard for me to hold
    it isn’t mine though
    i’m just its keeper
    
    i wanted to show you
    but not any occasion would do
    definitely not in casual conversation
    or with others around
    it’s too sacred
    and you were never ready
    to see
    
    i moved away
    you moved on
    and i’ll always be sad
    i couldn’t show you
    the light
    
  • The Gift of You

    Photo by Alexander Krivitskiy on Unsplash
    what a gift you are!
    the world couldn’t wait 
    to unwrap you
    
    because
    it has never
    had anyone
    exactly like you
    
  • Childhood Remedy for the Blues

    Photo by Jose Ibarra on Unsplash
    find your reflection
    make your cheesiest grin
    then, look up at the ceiling
    and just start to spin
    
    when you fall down
    after a spin or two
    you’ll laugh just enough
    to forget you were blue
    
  • Awakening

    Photo by Ümit Bulut on Unsplash
    in the womb 
    of religion
    i'm weightless
    awash in the fluid
    of another’s imagination
    
    i’m birthed 
    warm and comfortable
    tightly swaddled 
    in a cozy blanket of tales
    voices echo around me
    soothing my infant soul 
    into quiet dependency
    
    rock-a-bye, don’t think
    rock-a-bye, it’s real
    you’re a broken human
    only we can heal
    
    in the arms 
    of religion 
    deeply i sleep
    my eyes heavy
    my childlike soul
    trusting, believing, vulnerable
    i tell myself
    i want to be  
    in this embrace
    forever
    
    rock-a-bye, don’t stir
    rock-a-bye, don’t see
    we will decide
    what you should be 
    
    i hear another voice
    not without, but within
    there is no echo
    it’s quiet
    and clear
    foreign
    yet familiar
    
    i sink 
    within myself 
    to listen
    
    wake up, you must think
    let go of the zeal
    it isn’t true
    what they’ve told you is real
    
    i’m afraid
    i feel myself waking
    i grasp for the comfort
    the warmth
    the familiar . . .
    gone 
    
    my eyes blink open
    it’s bright
    i stand alone
    and wonder
    as if for the first time
    who am i?
    where am i?
    what am i?
    
    i hear the voice again,
    my voice
    
    now that you’ve stirred
    now that you see
    you must decide
    what you will be 
    
  • Body Buddy

    Photo by Angelo Pantazis on Unsplash
    have you made friends 
    with your body?
    
    what exercise does it like?
    what food fuels it best?
    what energizes it
    and relaxes it?
    
    can it stretch?
    can it run?
    can it dance?
    
    oh, you’re not sure
    
    well, friend,
    if you don’t mind my saying . . . 
    you are still breathing
    so it’s not too late
    to discover
    what an amazing friend
    your body
    can be
    
    
  • Misunderstood

    Photo by Jonatán Becerra on Unsplash
    over and over,
    again and again
    i’m misunderstood
    and it’s hard
    because 
    the repetition
    makes it easy
    for me 
    to believe
    that something
    is very wrong 
    with me
    
    maybe god crossed the wires
    maybe i’ve got bad genes
    maybe i’ll never amount 
    to anything
    of value
    to anyone
    maybe, 
    i don’t matter . . .
    
    the thoughts hurt
    they cut
    and sever
    my ability
    to accept myself
    as i am
    
    i hope
    someday 
    i’ll find 
    the strength
    to rewire my brain
    to produce thoughts
    strong enough
    to save me
    from a lifetime
    of being
    misunderstood
  • We

    Photo by Filipe Almeida on Unsplash
    allow me to open
    the door to me
    
    nice and wide
    for you to see
    
    that though we’re different
    as can be
    
    vulnerability 
    will be the key
    
    for you and i 
    to become a we
    
  • Generational Forgiveness

    Photo by Liz Brenden on Unsplash
    i never knew you 
    as i might have
    if you’d been there
    
    but i don’t blame you
    for not knowing
    how your choices
    would ripple down 
    and affect my life
    
    because nobody tells you that
    
    so, i forgive you
    and i hope
    that my children
    and my children’s children
    will forgive me too
    
  • Sunshine Kisses

    Photo by Melissa Askew on Unsplash
    every morning the sun whispers
    as it warmly kisses your skin:
    “wake up beloved human,
    here’s another chance to begin"
    
    "i will never give up on you
    i shine for you each day
    i’m your biggest supporter
    consistency is my way"
    
    so, when you think you’ve lost your chance 
    and opportunities seem so few 
    feel my light touching your skin
    and remember you can start anew”