poetry – Page 87 – Picking Up Roots

The C-Suite Asks

what more can they take

what are you willing to give

it is not the demands that break us,
but how we choose
to accommodate them -
how much are we willing to give -

we have the power to back away,
to cut our own path
through the world,

this doesn't define us

if we don't allow it,
they can't take everything

Music

the sound is haunting
in its beauty
as it rises and falls,
echoing in the halls 
of the heart,

the soul of this music
fills the cavernous depths
of the spirit,
its emotion tugs at the heart,
demanding it feel;

one haunted voice
rises above the melody
calling the ear to love;
it moves the depths,
filling in the holes 
of the unknown -

it brings life

Becoming More

I am the broken promise
of what might have been
and the desperate hope
of what could still be;

nothing is written
with such permanence
it cannot be altered
by a willingness to change;

the clock continues to count time,
until it stops
there will always be a chance
to become more