Poetry

What makes me stop and wonder is how are we even here? 

How am I even writing this?

What miracle allowed us to come into existence?

Better question, why us?

Why not the sharks, the birds, the insects?

As cold Winter's grasp begins to fade,

Blossoms bloom in vibrant shade.

Birds sing and chirp as they dance and dive,

Creating a symphony of nature's harmony.

 A time of growth and renewal divine,

I am from 

My hip-dysplasia harness and 

My teddy bear blanket 

I am from my dog that always slept beside me 

Even when my parents locked the door 

To be young is to feel the grass growing beneath your feet 

And wander through the woods aimlessly 

To see the little, quiet things unnoticed by all else 

And say, 

I sit in polished classrooms
behind gates and old brick walls,
arriving in quiet cars
that glide past the lines outside.

I think I might drown

From the weight on my shoulders

Expectations,

Hopes,

Dreams.

I want to meet them

I need to meet them

Dirt road, springtime

Air wet with snow

Evaporating,

Roads soft,

Like new petals.

Girl, brown hair

Pony tail

Your laughter is expensive -

it comes at a cost,

one I achieved just barely last night.

If I don't try,

it comes easy.

Be funny

be cool

be liked

I want you to think I am those things

The black and white tapestry on my ceiling

paints a subtle reflection

of the personality of my bedroom,

holding the insufferable weight

of millions and millions of stars,

some bright, some dull,

Who is my hero?

My Mom?

My Dad?

That doesn't sound right 

Maybe a Mobad.

But wait-

What has he done for me?

Except cause pain and misery.

My hero is a woman and girl,

The spark started small

In a 17 year old student,

who made friends with the artist. 

She let it grow in her heart,

and then passed it on

by showing kindness to the outsider

Feeling my soft shoes 

Impacting the ground

My calves and my lungs,

Burning from effort 

But it feels so good

Because even though