Artists and designers,
Schemers and conspirators.
The deeper the meaning,
the harder to cope.
With every brush stroke,
a new sliver of hope.
Like poets and authors,
each page is their canvas,
a place to create
a moment of magic.
Wrote from the heart,
this beautiful art,
evoking feelings
for all who are able
to marvel it.

Burial grounds stand
Where guarded walls once stood

The shots blazed through,
Shattering impermeable pieces

Now I’m laying here,
terrified,
wounded,
defenseless.

I wake up and my face is red
From tears the night before
I do my makeup all nice
I put my best clothes on
And wear a smile on my lips
But don’t get too close
Because if you look in my eyes

You’ll see all that I hid away.

I sat in class today,
a longing look in my eye
as I watched the clock
tick as the minutes went by.

It was a monotonous morning
with the teacher's long lecture,
so I proceeded to turn
my attention elsewhere.

I looked out the window
and to my surprise,
a flurry of snowflakes
fell from the sky.

Who would have thought
that April Fools Day would be followed
by a day full of snow, so bright and so careful?

It's both beautiful and terrifying,
the unseen effects a collection of words
can have on a person.

And you may never know your impact.

If I cannot convince myself
that I am all right,

How could I possibly
convince anyone else?