the spider dangles in the air,
appearing to float,
its thin limbs windmilling
against the nothingness,
it is in full control,
a ray of dawn's sunlight
catches the invisible strand
tethering the spider to the Earth,
if only we too
were so grounded
What Are These Words
a fresh chance to be,
these words
are a beating heart,
they speak
when the mouth won't move,
they carry the hope
of a new day -
a new way -
they are experiment,
they are release -
the unspeakable
brought into the open -
what could be,
what is,
potential oozes
from the pen,
life is a poem
these words hold power,
they speak the soul,
they are their writer
laid bare
Forward
time spent questioning
your life
would be better spent
on its improvement,
what power is there
in playing the victim,
in becoming
a self-made martyr;
your strength
comes from experience,
that takes living,
facing down the challenges
of each day,
adapting, overcoming,
moving ahead,
carrying on
that is your path:
forward