I once held a butterfly so hard
Until its colors bled on to mine
I promised then
That I’ll never
Hold on so tightly to anything again
To never force a change in my colors
To never let others’ fade

I once held a butterfly so hard
Until its colors bled on to mine
I promised then
That I’ll never
Hold on so tightly to anything again
To never force a change in my colors
To never let others’ fade

I find pieces
Among the ashes that were left
Too small to truly tell
But I knew it’s where I sat
Gathering stories
Making believe
That I could escape
That I would leave
I find pieces familiar, yet strange
For I have wandered far
And with time
I grew to love change
I learned that without those pieces
I’m still whole
Shedding them off had failed
To make me feel small
The earth gives me power
And I, like you, little flower
Have learned to push the concrete aside
Have learned that I no longer need to hide
And I came to know my true power
I never thought it a desert
Nor did I ever judge the sands
I thought it a home
That I could hold in the palm of my hands
Sticking to my curly hair
And the shoes I wear
I became a walking desert
Completely unaware
Of the sands of my people
Clinging to my form
I wore as proudly as a soldier
Wearing his uniform
War took a different shape
One that was not so familiar
But they thought that my war was more valid
One that had actual bombing, shooting and destruction
But I see the validity in their pain
After all
We’re all the same
And
Divorce
Abuse
Illness
Boredom
Lack of inspiration
Are all battles we fight
None more significant than another
To those experiencing them
All teach us what we need
All point us to peace
To love
To the pursuit of happiness
Would your finger wish your hand harm?
Would your finger wish your arm harm?
Would you?
Well-being is a choice
One that helps the body rejoice
For its master
…
Would you, a small part of this universe
Wish harm
On your larger self
Your whole?
No not at all
Well being comes from well wishing
Wish well
I wondered
How embarrassing must it be
To be naked
Outside
Like this tree
She has no shame
Not one bit
And she claims
That she had lived
A thousand and one
Days under the sun
Naked
Happy
And Free
I wondered how great it would be
To be naked like that tree
The things that could never fit within a bag, are the things I desperately wanted to pack
💛
How did you lose your footing
On a dry day
How did you find no other option
And have nothing to say
You are one in MILLIONS
Not meant to give up your right
Here to be inspired
Here to keep up the fight
Don’t lose your footing to a brick
On your path
We were strangers
Until
We decided
Not to be
Tomorrow comes
Disguised as Today
And so
I never know when to start
What I promised Tomorrow