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Believe

Your tears slide in silence,
Screaming for the words
Unsaid,
Streaming down a path
Unknown,
Struggling through what’s
Unseen.

You hide behind a mask,
Waiting for Someone to
See,
Hoping for Someone to
Search,
Longing for Someone to
Save—

To look through the
Unsaid, the unknown,
The unseen.
To love beyond what is
Seen, or what is found,
Or what is unworthy.

Please, believe me,
When I say,
There is a Love this sweet,
There is a Hope this pure,
There is a Salvation this free.

Nail pierced Hands,
A thorn cut Brow,
A Love that knows no bounds.

A Love that sees,
A Love that knows,
A Love that still loves,
Unconditionally.

You just need to,
Simply,
Believe.

Hummingbird

Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.

Please, slow down.
Take a breath.
Remember it’s okay
Not to rush.

It’s okay to just
Be still.
That’s the safer option,
The easier one.

Get your drink,
Let your wings settle,
Even if just for one
Moment, one beat.

Oh sweet little
Hummingbird,
I can feel your heart
Beating so fast.

You’ll be okay.
Just find a place,
A way,
To rest.

Mirror

Reflections-
Are lies,
Are real,
In the same breath,
At the same time.

Glass mirrors-
Show us
What is
Seen by the world,
When we can’t look.

Clear water
Holds still,
Stays cool,
Until the wind,
Until the rain.

Reflections
Show us-
Us.
But what we see
Is only half the story.

The other half is
In pieces.

What others see.
What’s inside.
And finally-

-the Truth.

Puzzle

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle,
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

Some pieces are
Temporary,
Only there for a time,
Or a simple season.

Some pieces stick
Around, lasting
Longer than you
Ever thought they could.

Some pieces come
With proper closure.
Everything understood,
Nothing left unsaid.

Some pieces fade,
From the sun and rain,
From the weight of
Questions unasked.

Some pieces break,
Suddenly snapping off,
So it no longer fits.
Forever changing the picture.

Each day is a piece
Of the puzzle.
But also a puzzle
All on its own.

The full picture,
Impossible to see,
Until it’s all
Done.

Dandelion

We picked them as children,
Seeing a pretty flower,
A rarity, a prize,
Running around with the stem,
Clutched in our fists,

Until we found the perfect spot,
The exact moment, to hold it up
To the sky, to the light, twirling it
In our fingers, thinking,
Dreaming, of what to wish.

Air filled our cheeks, our eyes clenched shut.
We puckered our lips, exhaling
Sending dozens of parachutes into flight,
Hope clinging tightly to each one,
Even if we never knew where they landed.

Now, they’re only weeds—a
nuisance, somewhere they don’t belong.
Interrupting our lawns, our gardens,
Choking the crops or the roses,
Stealing their water and sun.

But what if they’re the products
Of a parachute we sent off as kids—
Floating, flying, falling, finding right
Where to land, where to live, to grow,
In order to teach us, again, to dream, to hope,

Right in the place we need it most.  

Keys

You said all you knew
Of the piano,
Were the sad chords.
Of heartbreak, of
Disappointment.

I watched your reflection
In the smooth, shiny black
Of the music stand.
Your eyes stayed down,
staring at the keys.

If only everything was
black or white.
Right or left.
Half or whole.

You played without music,
Your ears led the way.
I stayed silent, wondering
If you could ever believe
Your talent was worth the pain.

Our eyes met, and held
But our walls stayed in place.
I could teach you the happy chords.
Or you could teach me the sad—
The best melodies are made from both.

Dangling

Feet dangling, fighting gravity,
Black waves beckon and crash below.
The weather is changing, threatening,
What could be, what has been.

Spring brought new light, and life,
The sun lengthened each day.
Hope sprouted with every bud,
Flowers bloomed, with colors bright.

That growth moved into summer,
Electricity built with each lightning strike.
The scent of monsoon hung over head,
As the day faded into purple twilight.

Shadows fell, as the sun changed,
Drifting into fall’s shortened stage.
Leaves turned orange, or brown, dim,
Dried, died, lost their grip of home.

Cold air stung cheeks and noses,
Joints and bones ached in the wind.
Snow sank with grace but didn’t stay,
Just soaked the asphalt beneath it.

Feet dangling, fighting gravity,
Black waves beckon and crash below.
The weather changed, threatening,
What could be, what has been,
With seasons blown through, ignored.
Through the words left unsaid.

Stay

Floating, out of place,
Hoping to find somewhere
To belong.

Caught, in the waves,
Lost in the current,
Without strength.

Cold, alone in the deep
End of your thoughts,
Searching.

Forgotten, cut off from
What is known, familiar,
Replaced by new

Faces, and feelings,
Wondering if your place,
Ever really existed.

Reflections: yours, theirs,
Tease, challenge, inspire,
To swim, or sink,

Or stay.