At the edge of triple digit heat There is an ember floating In the air so humid That it’s easy to think It won’t catch. But don’t be fooled I am most free, Most stable, Amid water. And I will spread. Everyone will be marked, Some by a warm hug, Others by a passionate charingContinue reading “The Ember of Opportunity”
They need someone to change their world From one woman, and her deteriorating inner world. The mother who never really was. Almost, There was a night, Always on Saturdays That I could find a mother hidden behind the defensive, broken, girl. On Saturday she would make her homemade stir-fry, With peas from her garden. And,Continue reading “In Honor of The Good”
The morning chill, Light only a whisper. The calm after the storm, Before the rainbow is witnessed. Showing the color of life, In the air. Though we rarely see it, It peeks through. It persists, because and inspite of us.
If you are too tired for self careand can’t give the world anything morethus they ache in tandum with you not depressed, or hopeless, or broken spiritedTIRED if I can infer you’d not be those things to the fucking Nth degree if you hadn’t had to tell every other person in the worldto fuck offorContinue reading “Some Extra Hope”
Two years ago, they said I wasn’t welcome. In the home I had made my own, over ten years. I made a move, To a house of one room. The year I began to honestly heal. If I’d had a welcome rug, it got pulled. I was bitter but determined, My new abode would haveContinue reading “Fresh”
Today marks the annual first summer fruit breakfast And I would like to recognize that, Even though fresh Oregon berries taste like hope for a better world, The berries would be much bigger, If I could share them, with the thousands of wrongfully convicted, Living on hopeless, flavorless, carbohydrates. Justice is sweet, Only some tasteContinue reading “Summer Fruit”
Please permit me the strength to Evolve beyond the insecurities, Raging, beyond blood depth, Monsters, of dependence for ability. Induring fear of being hidden behind Social stereotypes that allow society to Sanction their pessimism and dismissal I am forgotten, we are, because Offers of empty prayer and some half-assed Notion of accessibility.
Fell on my face, And I laughed. A swollen lymph node, That aches and burns, And I marvel. Stomach aches, Pressure. And I smile, Just home-y enough I know pain. I know overcoming. And I have long ago Shedded hopelessness.
I despise it. And here I am Doing it again, Against my will. I have built a bridge From where I was To this moment Where I can make a mark, That for once, isn’t a scar. But this bridge is missing its last plank As I wait for more wood and nails.
When I have a general social group bias Prove me wrong, Please! I. Want. To. Be. Corrected. I want to understand in full. I want to have evidence of my education. I want to have faith in people, And am willing to learn in the name of goodness.