Poetry

Dear Younger Me,

I don’t have some wise advice

Although I suppose I’m supposed to

I don’t

There isn’t a grand password

What are leaders?
They are the ones who bring change.

What are leaders?

They are the ones who stand up for their beliefs.

What are leaders?

They are the ones who cause movements, make people think.

There's a dog that sits at the end of my street, 
He snarls his teeth when we walk, 
He barks with his eyes wide open, 
With his eyes full of rage and love. 

new beginnings abolish limits;

the sullen clouds draw back from the sky,

liberate your ambitions that rise like cotton candy balloons

to bob among the earnestly returning birds

I have a pen 

By my bed 

Stuck up with 

A pad of empty sticky notes 

And behind 

A drawing my mother gave me 

Are sticky notes 

Upon sticky notes 

Is the first to go.
Bedtimes grow later and later
And then we show up at different times.
We are given to-go boxes even though we don't really want to go
But we do anyway, smiling our superficial smiles.

I am just a girl

Who sees the weight of the world

& wonders if there is something she can add

To make the dazzle of the sun’s reflection a little brighter.

Today I watched a child smile 
small, easy, innocent. 

A face that has not yet learned 
what the world can take and give. 

United we can prevail, separated we will fall; we all share a home, at least act like we want to keep it intact.

Empathy, you say?

Showing compassion towards others,

showing you know what they're going through,

showing that you care about them and for them,

Stepping outside

after the rain,

inhaling the fresh scent of spring.

Taking a moment to just 

be.

Be with nature.

Be in the moment.

Nature has reset herself. 

I like to run from my problems like they are chasing me. 
Like if I go fast enough,
Distract hard enough,
They will disappear.
But they don’t,
And I keep running.
I like to run only in the metaphorical sense.