Poetry

Give me a sign.

A sign that everything will be okay.

Give me a sign;

That we’ll be able to work through the pain.

Wars that rage on throughout the world,

Let them not continue.

Let them be ended by the love and kindness of those who speak.

The wind blows cold.

The trees sway in the autumn breeze.

Fall is almost here. 

I can feel it.

Soon, the bears will go into hibernation.

I care too much.

Doesn't sound possible right?

It is,

It definitely is,

and you'd wonder how that would be a problem right?

You'd think

that she would realize by now

that maybe not

everyone

is Christian

maybe don't show a Christmas movie

unless you're certain that everyone will feel comfortable and included

i think cats read poetry. you can tell

in the way their tails swish and how they fold their legs

all the time, probably wondering how silvery the pinecones

will look tomorrow,

Dragons

Soaring sky-high

Swift and sharp as arrows

Unparalleled strength in

Fire-breath

In my heart is a girl who

Waltzes to the beat

Of the thrum, who

Surrounds herself with millions

Of fairy lights that

Twinkle with the stars, and

I speak, you speak.

Together we share the emotions we’re feeling.

Giving and taking that wonderful thing called Empathy.

Together.

We speak our minds, cry together.

Share our fears, our thoughts, our feelings.

As the last light fades, so do the birds.

 So do the rays of sunshine.

So does the warmth in the air.

A chill gets carried across the gentle breeze as it ruffles the leaves of the trees and makes them dance.

“Life is beautiful in every way,” I think to myself. 

I sit on a chair in the screened-in porch, alone.

Where only the trees can hear me now.

sometimes,

i close my eyes

and dream of a world

different from ours,

a world

where things feel less broken,

a world