Writing

“land of the free” but we watch our step, so we don’t get taken away, and our rights are slowly started to fade

let the ice melt
let them lose their pelts of hate and coldness
let them see

let them see the horror they cause,
turning neighbors into enemies

the morning arises. the grandma praying for her day the teenager walking his mini poodle thinking about the schoolwork he has

the teacher arriving to work planning her lesson

Isn’t it beautiful?
Soil in your cuticles,
the sun ever so bright—
not one day does it forget to shine.

The visible dew,
the sky, oh so blue,
we call it spring.

I had led my own crusade to

the stars above; to the unknown.

Through soles of my feet, I graced the

lights upheld. Carefully, I danced 

to the song of success. Chasing

She didn't text him

And as her eyes watched a flashing screen,

her happiness 

Thaws

She sent the message

And as she goes unanswered now,

Her comfort

Thaws