Writing

The fall breeze.

The brisk cold air.

The color changing leaves.

All of which I am very aware.

The huge leaf piles.

The bare trees, with branches that could stretch on for miles.

The singing birds.

All is quiet

All is fine.

When it comes to love, there shouldn't be a waiting line.

Love is welcoming.

Love comes in many different ways. 

I had an idea

I wanted to spill all my anger into the page

so why is it always so hard to write 

34

An even number

A prime number

2

17 times

I can't count it on one hand

Not on two

Not even with my toes

And with a list of 34 felonies

We still elect

Him

A convicted felon

I woke in the middle of the night

Oblivious to the pain that would come in 4 hours 

When I woke up to my dad next to my bed a sad look on his face

My world shattered.

“ I have a story to tell you!” a voice says, you will lift up your head from your damp hands. An old man is smiling at you from the end of the bench, he sits politely as he clings to his walking stick.