a free bird

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a free bird

flies through the storm

through the sun

into the wind

high above

watching what’s below

 

a free bird

flies no matter what it faces

 

a song bird

sings her heart out

she sings of pain

and heartache

she sings of love

and reaches many

 

a song bird

sings because it feels good

 

we must take cue from the birds

we must fly to be free

and sing to find peace

 

her mind has taken the place of leaves

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her mind has taken the place of leaves

each spring as the sun melts the remnants of winter’s last storm

a budding thought trickles in

sprouting greener than any other

in the summer that thought flourishes

soaking up the sun

and providing a cool place

for others to lay

but as the heat grows

those leaves dry and become brittle

she doesn’t mind

because she loves the reds, oranges, and yellows

in fact

she can’t think of anything she loves mind

when finally short days are followed by cool nights

and the wind knocks loose the leaves

her mind rests peacefully

knowing this is the process she must endure

we build ourselves up *(might make this into spoken word)

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we build ourselves up

only to be torn down

by the words of those

who feel like hurting us will make them better

or that being better than us means bringing us down

we have become experts

at picking up the pieces

and putting them back

as best we can

but in our own eyes

we become a puzzle with missing pieces

incomplete

unwanted

something to be discarded

we too easily conform to the so called “norm”

eager to fit in

we forget our dreams

we forget everything that made us us

happiness becomes just another far away place

first class seats only

we wonder if it’s possible

to remember who we are

and who we want to be

will there ever be another day

where we aren’t bound by the rusty chains of our privileged

society

you are

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you are

honest

truthful

gentle

brave

one of the greatest men I’ve ever known

and there

you are there

when tides of darkness

come crashing into me

when I feel like no one cares

and that my life will become dark

you are the light that brings me back

your smile lighting the world

more than even the sun and the stars can

you make me feel

safe

strong

warm

complete

when no one else can

when I don’t want to

and when I feel like I no room to grow

you are the best thing that’s ever happened to me

and also the worst

because you are more to me

than I am

to

you

when you ignited my soul

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when you ignited my soul

you taught me how to feel

I know you didn’t mean to

but you did

your blue eyes piercing mine

like none had ever done before

I want you to feel my warmth

but you don’t

her mind has become a leaf

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her mind has become a leaf

each spring
as the sun melts the remnants
of winter’s last storm
a budding though trickles in
sprouting greener than any other

in the summer
that thought flourishes
soaking up the sun and
provides a cool place
for others to lay

but as the heat strengthens
those leaves dry and become brittle
but she doesn’t mind
because she loves the reds and oranges
that surround her

in fact

she can’t think of anything she loves more

when finally
short days are followed by cool nights
and the wind knocks loose the leaves
her mind rests peacefully
knowing this cycle is vital to her survival

consumed

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consumed
by a time warp
I sit still
and steady
my heart beating with the hands
that slowly go about the clock
it’s tick tock
tick tock
drowned by the reverb
harmoniously coming from my chest

stoplights

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stoplights

tell us when to go
when to hold up
and when to turn

dictating our lives
like only our souls can

cautioning our foot on that pedal
in the same way we build walls around our hearts

stoplights
fail

tires screech
as metal clashes on metal

hearts are broken
as lives are lost
or put in harm’s way

what is a driver without a stoplight?

if we cannot rely on even this guidance
what hope do we have in the rest of the world?

it’s cold

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it’s cold

that’s all I remember
the words whispered in my ear
by the icy breeze
that brought with it a raging winter storm

I had never been so cold before
my feet frozen to the ground
like a wintery snowman
who cannot move until the sun warms him

the coldness trickled up my body
until my heart becomes solid ice
its beating slowed to a calming rhythm
and even the most feather like of touches

could have broken it into shards

the most impossible of outcomes
had befallen me
with neither sun nor the warmth of another soul
I sat that way

it was as if time had stood still

I longed to see the sun fill up the blue skies
smell the flowers as they began to bloom
and feel the warmth of the sun
as the days became longer

but the sun did not come
and the skies remained grey
I remained an icy box
just another part of winter

a creature in its own

unbeknownst to me

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unbeknownst to me
the world stopped turning
for a day and a day only
we were free to live our lives
to our hearts desire

until the sun fell below the tree line
to the east
and darkness consumed
our wildest of dreams