Growing up, the church was the altar
Where I would look to and pray for a happy ending
Beg for beauty in my future
The altar is where you need to look
Focus on what's in front of you
Because the altar you see is all worship
It is the same all around
Nothing new to find
But what if I can't worship that altar anymore
I get no feedback
Other than the lies about my purity
I want to be my alter
I want to look at myself in awe
Cry because of its true beauty
I am my own alter
My body is mine for me to worship
To pray and beg for some beauty to spare for me
Me ,as in who I am and not what I look like
Because what I look like does not matter
My altar is a place of worship
Destroyed or put together, it does not matter
It is a place of worship
Temples in Rome have fallen and are still admired
So if I've been put back together bit by bit
I am still worthy of praise
But analtarr isn't meant to be worshipped alone
Bring others
Show them why
Look them in the eye,s I will speak
Bow down before me
Kneel at my feet
I am alive
I have taken all the hate you have said to me
I have fallen
I have broken
I have died
But I am not gone
I am alive
I am not heresy
I have built myself back together bit by bit
You may see me and beg for mercy
But I do not care
Your life is not mine
What you do isn't mine to decide
And thaltarer you worship
That is yours to choose
Where will you sleep at the end of the day
Out in the cold, waiting for a locked door to open
Or here with me in a warm bed and heat surrounding and growing,g never having to wonder if a door is locked again

Just imagine
A future of wonder
Everyone belonged
Everyone's loved
And there is always food to eat.

Just imagine
All the land is green
fruits covering all the trees and bushes
Animals of all kinds.

Just imagine
A place of peace
Where lost Languages are found
Everyone feels loved.

Just imagine
Our lives now
No one can accept everyone
And we are running out of you.

Just imagine
Someone who wanted to do it all
Someone who wants to save our future
To want change.

Just imagine
It was you.

She glided through the forest
making sure all the twigs were broken
And all the pretty leaves picked off the trees
She ran on the field chasing chickens to catch
She rushed through all her grandmother's things, finding the best and refusing to take it off
She made sure the sky knew her name
She knew the buffalo as her friends
And her doll is the one she could take to church
She knew her passions
She had no weaknesses
She had a glass of warm milk before bed
With the same book every night
She begged to stay
not wanting to go home
home, where her mom was
home,e where she couldn't go through her mom'sjewelleryy
home, where she was caged within a yard
home where there were no fieldsorf forests
home, where it was prayer, and straight to bed
home
a place she never thought of at home
because her home was outside
Her home was the jewellery she went through for hours
Her home was those leaves she collected and gave to her grandmother to put inside books
Her home was warm milk and a book about animals being themselves
Her home was her grandmother's
Her home is her grandmother's
She demanded the window be down in the car
She is me
I am she

Hey, my dear,
You belong here with me.
Your time on Earth isn't up yet.
You still have geese to chase,
Trees to climb,
Please don't give up on you.

I would travel the world
With The Beatles
all around the sun
We'd sore around Jupiter
and jump between times

I would travel the seas
exploring the unknown
showing Ringo all the blowfish
while dancing on the ocean floor

I would travel to the heat
of the Sahara desert
trying to catch a gazelle
just for Paul to call his own

I would travel to Peru
gliding through all the trees
Finding the magic within the bush
to frighten John with a mystery

I would travel to a cottage
and watch the sunset
begging to catch a glimpse
of the sun in John's eyes

Once we returned home
to wherever we belonged
Our stories would be shared
through music and laughter
everywhere.

On Sunday, Dad went to the ER
Today he's back home
On Sunday, he wanted to make us dinner
Today, I still wait to see who will
On Sunday, Mom rushed downstairs
To ask if we felt alright
Today I ask myself, "Did I feel alright?"
On Sunday, they left in such a rush
Today it's been a week since then,
And yet it feels like yesterday
On Sunday, I went to bed thinking
They'd be back that night
Today, I feel like suddenly he'll need to go back
On Monday, I left for school, believing surely
He'd be home when I got back
Today he's always home,
always there when I get back
On Tuesday, Grammy came over,
said she was going to give us the help we needed
Today, she's bringing my brothers home
On Wednesday, she left for me to take care of the kids;
Or at least 'til Serena came home
Today Serena is home everyone is
And it's a bit overwhelming
On Wednesday, Dad called us on a day like any other
I was called upstairs to talk to him
But instead of getting up and talking,
I sat for a bit before I went,
not wanting to see his sad face
Today I don't want him to see mine,
because I'm afraid mine might break
On Wednesday, I did go talk to him,
through that stupid phone
Today I want to run into his arms,
without being afraid of hurting him
On Thursday, Dad didn't call,
We didn't either
I didn't get to talk to him,
only got to find out he was getting better;
the usual
Today, it seems like a miracle,
He's walking like he never forgot how
On Friday, I got to see him at the place where he stayed
When I saw him, I wanted to cry
He looked so tired
When I had to say goodbye,
I never wanted to let go
Later that night, he came home,
Since the first time he left
Today, I wish nothing more than to have been there that night,
to have finally seen him come home
On Sunday, he went to a healing service
to help with the pain
Today, he feels brand new
I'm so scared that one day,
It's all going to happen again,
But this time worse
The Sunday that everything happened,
that day nothing had gone wrong; everything seemed so perfect;\everything until that moment
So, how do I know it won't happen again
That it won't all go downhill
That there will be hope for happiness
Well, I hope that day never comes

a monster unable to grow anymore
With talons grow out, cut and embedded in its skin
with hair thick and thin
hair of all types put together into one
on this beast.
It prefers to walk in socks
and keeps them on while it sleeps.
its legs are long
Taking up the majority of its body.
constantly going from thin to thick
Its stomach is a pouch
hidden and shown when weak
shoulder broad and unable to be ignored.
sensitive to the noise surrounding it
But will cry, beg, and raise their voice once agitated enough
it stares at its reflection poking and prodding at oneself
So the mother doesn't have to
It yelled and fought with itself
just to figure out what enough is.
Hair covers its body.
top to bottom.
teeth cracked, missing, and disfigured
half its face paralysed
scars covering its entire body
just as much of not more
than the hair it's carved in.
You will not be able to look at this beast
without wincing at its ugliness.
Picture this monster.
This monster is me.