Bend the Weave

How do my children see so much with gentle eyes that absorb those things that I, older and yet still so inexperienced, know of so little. How can they still smile when all those raw images, projected into them without consent, still race, pulsate toy with their private thoughts. How do they hear the vulnerable

I Won’t Wait

Was I supposed to wait For the planets to align For things to get better For someone else to make the difficult choices For you? I won’t wait. It’s not in my nature to spend my life in limbo Waiting in a queue or for my turn To speak If you want me Run with

Revelation

I have found, Through time, through experience, Through facing and conquering the many challenges life has thrown at me To catch, And release, That there is always place for hope. Hope through change. Hope within love. That where anger once tried to diminish me, Forgiveness holds the true strength to heal and resolve. And I

Lines

These lines on my face do not worry me They are not imperfections which I feel the need to hide These lines are the roadmap of my journey They are creases in the pages of my story They are tiger stripes earned through courage, strength and determination They are cracks in the glaze of a

Release

Take heart These are battles that you do not need to fight Conflict that can never reach a satisfying goal Brave heart Find strength in the moment and the courage to do what’s right Nurture the love that leads you and feeds your soul Dear heart Climb out of the howling darkness and carry your

Glass Ghosts

Every time I remember you It hurts. Like falling on a bruise. Most days it is almost too easy To forget. Until I press the memory. The pain smarts as a reminder, Of things that once were, And now are lost and gone. So I sweep up the past and tidy it away. Only pull

Butterflies

I lifted my heart to the morning and Drank the sun from the shadows, While fragments of dreams still lingered In my grateful soul.  I reached out, deliberately, and began to climb, My nervous fingers Seeking purchase on the ghosts of thought, Fine wisps of idea that might disperse without a warning. I climbed inside

Let Me Mother

Let me Mother my children my own way. Let me teach them and guide them, find the talents inside them. Let me praise them, advise them, never judge nor chastise them. Let me tell them how often they impress and inspire me, How I value their thoughts and believe them entirely. Let them grow without