Poetry

I am just a girl

Who sees the weight of the world

& wonders if there is something she can add

To make the dazzle of the sun’s reflection a little brighter.

Today I watched a child smile 
small, easy, innocent. 

A face that has not yet learned 
what the world can take and give. 

United we can prevail, separated we will fall; we all share a home, at least act like we want to keep it intact.

Empathy, you say?

Showing compassion towards others,

showing you know what they're going through,

showing that you care about them and for them,

Stepping outside

after the rain,

inhaling the fresh scent of spring.

Taking a moment to just 

be.

Be with nature.

Be in the moment.

Nature has reset herself. 

I like to run from my problems like they are chasing me. 
Like if I go fast enough,
Distract hard enough,
They will disappear.
But they don’t,
And I keep running.
I like to run only in the metaphorical sense.

The day I heard the news

I almost thought I was dreaming:

I couldn’t imagine

Our country

Like I do now

I thought America,

Though not great,

Was good

I trusted

In humans

Any good salesman

Could turn quite the profit

If only they sold these days in a bottle.

Even if their only customer was me, I'm sure they’d make enough to suffice.

It is springtime, so of course,

There is a newness blowing through the trees

As they whisper like ocean waves outside my open window,

I had a vision

Of crimson vines

And blackened sleeves,

And pastry palms 

Holding strawberries.

If I turned my heart

spring lifts me above His shoulders.
holding me with thickened calluses 
built by the hand of a wealthy man.

He grabs a fistful of sunny daffodils
and dainty lilacs—and hands it to me, 
reaching over His head.

Chase the deer, the red-stained pavement, 

Chase the Ford F-150, white and black and silver, tires screech, 

and suddenly the concrete is scattered with glass stars and