Category: Poetry

I wander through the endless wonders
of this bold world I have created.
Lost.
    Seeking.
           Searching.
                    Scattered.
Adrift in an ocean of dreams
I ride waves of rage
in a storm built by living.
I cling to the splintered sides 
of my raft in hope
we can follow the map of the stars
to the calm waters of a safe harbor
away from the eye of the storm.

world blanketed, white
cold a knife slicing the skin
     home cries out welcome

it all lives inside us:
illness, infection, disease -
and one day we won't fight,
we'll tire, and weakness
will creep into our defenses
doubt will control our minds,
and we will give up -
move off to find the white
light of darkness.

but before those days
of hopelessness and loss,
we must live.
seeking out the slivers of joy
subtle patterns woven into each day.

we must be bold, we must try -
for there is no feeling like 
a soft breeze on a sun-kissed 
cheek, to breathe life into your core;
letting you know you are alive,
if you let it -

hold life close
and know no fear
for you are a fighter, a survivor,
you are alive,
you owe yourself this brief moment, 
to live.