Lover of nature, poetry, and the sun at all angles in the sky. Looking for consistency in my writing practice and feedback whenever possible.
Lover of nature, poetry, and the sun at all angles in the sky. Looking for consistency in my writing practice and feedback whenever possible.
A lone piece of sand remains, forgetting a life previously lived— the depth and beauty of the tapestry from which it came. Would you believe it if I told you, you chose to come here? To this place?
Separate, but deeply connected.
That your soul has a heartbeat matching the rhythm of God? That you, too, make up all the beaches and oceans of the world.
To the men and women who care only for themselves and the state of their bank accounts
Who make the incredible sacrifice to manipulate stories in honor of favor to personal agenda
The path is lined with roses for our dear countrymen who choose to save us
by sending us to space, funding billions instead of feeding millions
Personal glory and gain never looked so heroic than it does today
This is an ode to sacrifices made for the few—the country of red, white, and blue
Dust coats the surface of a place I used to know well—a place of intrigue, imagination, and the truth that we are not alone
While these particles collect and build up, and up, and up We continue to look down, not seeing around us the destruction of distraction, the heartbreak of isolation
The bitter truth that while we are not physically alone, we are emotionally gone from the days of cooking in the kitchen with grandma, hands caked in flour. Building tree forts, skinned knees— of silence in the sunrise.
I’ve heard the alarm bells go off in my mind, I’ve noticed the dust and the debris of a life previously lived
A voice has yelled into the wind, yet I heard it as a whisper— “I took the road less traveled by, And that has made all the difference.”
