breathe in the sea
as we drift toward the storm

i'm not mad
just tired of feeling alone

more than anything
i want to be okay

Awake your soul
dance with your heart
hope with your dreams

Sing with sun  
twitter with the birds
glide with the water

Move with the wind
freedom is yours
if you'd only learn to grasp it

My English teacher says
all poems are deep and complex
and all poets formulate poems with careful scrutiny
over the course of days, weeks, months

But I say
there are beautiful poems
that take hours to write

and there are poems that spill over from the heart
and onto the page:
the poems that we write through tears, sobs, hysteria, glee, laughter, sunshine, rain

All poems were not carefully formulated
but they're all beautiful regardless

inside my windy turmoil
I stand in the eye
trying to keep my balance
and hoping, somehow, I'll fly