Waking with you in my arms
Like being reborn
With everything I would ever need

The house is enormous now
Riddled with stones, cobwebs
and dreams ended too soon

The ceiling doesn’t hold my conversation
So I just stare at it, blankly
And it stares back, a brightly beaming white

In only a few seconds I start to see those little spots
Six of them, moving across my vision as my
Eyes fill with tears and my heart refuses to let go

Conversations
Create
Clarity

She is a tall glass of water on a summer’s day
She sits in the sun and condensation only amplifies her glow

Full of character, despite her titillating transparency
For every cold cube of ice, is one who took her for granted

Some try to drink her all at once, but
Such a fine glass must be sipped from before it can be drank from

I was born at war
They hid it from me at first
But I could see the wounds lingering
After each and every one of the ****** battles

They didn’t have to tell me
I saw the coldness of soldiers in their eyes
Stranded on a battlefield
Alone with the enemy

But they weren’t alone—I was there
What they don’t know is that after all these years
I have battle scars too
Because I spent my childhood in the midst of battle

The trees have begun to fill
Every morning I see
more miraculous
Green and white

Be patient with yourself
Be patient with others
Because no one has it all together