Slave of briers courts
regal, purple, velvet robe
Picture perfect rose

A dictionary has been spilled into a desert,
And so many nice words are laying around, half-buried in the sand,
Waiting for a passer-by to be spelled.

I have nothing to say,
But it took me all day
To figure it out.

You are my shelter from the rain,
Once more, again and once again,
Without rain and after rain.

Sure I'm Fine
                                                                                                      I'm Hurting
  Yeah, I love myself
                                                                                     I need more makeup
      I'm so over him
                                                                         I wish he was here
          My family is perfect
                                                             They're fighting again
                I'm over that phase
                                                            I still wanna die
                     Oh, I'm sorry
                                                        I'm so sorry
                            Yeah! I'll come
                                      Leave me alone
                                  See you tomorrow
         I hope I don't see tomorrow
                                             I think I'm beautiful
    I have so many flaws
                                                            I've got this
I'm losing it..

To light a solitary candle
may not seem like much
but will suffice to
illuminate a neighbor’s path -
obscured by the loss of day.

So we strike a match
and with charring fiber and melting wax
reveal our neighbors’ faces
glowing faintly in the shadows.

Friends gather to join
their wicks and wax with ours
spreading shafts of hope-born light -
melting despair and gloom
in consoling flames of transfiguration.

Like a lighthouse set high on a cliff,
our beacons will shine through
the dark and fog of uncertainty -

       Light to press the harm aside
       Light to safen the shaking ones

in vessels great and small
from splintering against the rocks.

To light a single candle
may not seem like much
but it can suffice.
This we can do and we will!