Poetry

Morning seems to come quicker than night likes to stay The stars decide they need sleep too And hide behind the clouds while the sun yawns Sending the birds of the air into their daily routine The trees respond to the sudden music found Weaved between their branches, bellowing from

Your patience with me Smooth, flows over every hard “no” Dismantles every “please stop” Sees the fear behind those words For hugs never did me any harm Kisses on the shoulder, arm or neck Were never stolen or felt hard For yours are the only ones I have known. Fear

i cannot seem to balance i find myself swaying right to left left to right, center does not seem to exist. i am floating. in and out of focus. how did i get here? it was a choice, made before my arrival. for my good. despite tears doubt fear and

i want to know home, climb its staircase and open its cabinets, wash its windows and open its blinds, unlock its safety and close off abandon i wonder, do the floorboards creek in laughter as love fills its rooms? do the lights turn on when joy is embraced?

trees sway in no breeze no gust or sweet push where has wind gone out of a body once so full it has found no home from whence to blow yet these trees they sway leaves dance toward ground branches tumble snapping in approval of the shift happening seemingly outwardly

All spilled out Emptied and void Taken and given in the same breath What is left? when the world told me to smile, i smiled. when the world told me to jump, i jumped. when family told me to be reliable, i was reliable. when friends told me to speak,