the pieces of me
lie scattered upon the floor;
not having met my expectations,
I have taken a wrecking ball
to myself
that I might start again;
picking through the wreckage
I seek out the pieces that worked
and hold on to the shards of memory
of my failures
these are the first bricks
of my new foundation
as I rebuild
in a fresh attempt
to be better
Tag: poetry
Me
too often I look in the mirror
and only see me;
I fail to acknowledge
those who came before -
the ones who made me -
I miss those in the world
who rely upon me;
I only have eyes for the burdens
I have placed upon me,
my mind thinks the world
is being done to me,
I am blind
to all there is to see,
it's foolish to think
the world revolves around me;
if I look with my heart
at all that surrounds me
I can become
a better version of me
NYC
it moves in colors
at a pace
a blurry rainbow
in constant motion
it exhausts
it is beautiful
the world is here
alive in these streets
beneath the concrete
stretching to the sky
to slow down
is to be crushed
to miss the diversity here
find a vantage point
to drink it in
see its power
see its possibility
see this world