When I was five, dandelions and sunshine
Running through the grass, feeling the blades
Of green envy tickling my feet
Laughing with me as I run faster and
Faster until I am flying freely
The air leaping up with me as I am filled
With oxygen, so much it spills from me
As I catch my breath, chasing it in and out
Feeling it leave me, again and again
The birds are jealous that I can fly higher
Than the clouds, stealing their domain
As I sing my own songs, drowning out their trills with laughter
But the joke is on me
As I become larger and larger
My wings turning to arms and legs
The flapping turning to flopping
Until I find myself grounded, my insides sunken as
My outsides are oppressed
The air around me turns heavy
The yellow dandelions turn white
They flake away, like feathers, birds flocking
As I sit and watch
My feet firmly planted on the ground

Taking out the Trash​​​​​​​​

Every day it gets heavier and heavier
Filled with so many things,
Some worn,
Some broken,
Some depleted,
Some just gone
But not really
Never REALLY
There are containers for the e m p t y
Scraps of what might be thought lost
Some of the worn, the broken,
Can be used again, differently
Recycled, not t o s s e d
If one is clever enough to recognize
That things have different uses
Something that is broken in one way
In another might be PRIZED
It is important to accept your limitations
Your struggles, your challenges
But at the same time
It is Important to understand
That limitations can be an excuse
YOUR excuse
To squint
To see new light
And then to O P E N your eyes FULLY
And realize
You are limitless