Writing

I found myself in the things I love

In the music I listen to

In the books I read

In the posters on my walls 

I found myself 

In my favorite drink

In going to the beach

In writing poetry 

When I got home

After those two days

Passed by much too fast

And then they were gone

And I was changed forever

When I got home

I remember

I cried and cried and cried

From longing

I've been asked a lot,

If you had one wish what would you wish for?

Blowing out candles on a cake,

What did you wish for?

Blowing the seeds off a dandelion,

What did you wish for?

I wish 

Some call it “just kicking a ball”

but I call it

a part of my soul,

my heart.

A part of 

who I am.

On the field,

Beautifully complex

Yet seemingly simple

It flows from fingers and mouths

It flows from metal and wood

It floats on the breeze

Swaying the leaves in the trees

A bow on a string

Excellent grades.

Excellent sports records

Excellent leadership qualities.

Excellent personality.

The list goes on and on...

They expect us to be superhuman.

They need us to know what we