The sun rose in steps today
one ray, in front of the other
forming a stairway to the sky
to finger paint the clouds
in loud-n-wild iridescence
and sullen baby blues

Reaches for the empty cradle
remembering gentle whispers and lullabies that used to
rock her to sleep

Too shy to speak about pleasures
drizzled with regret

Spars with maturity
to reclaim child-hood

The humming bird flutters
in reverse, she thought,
I cannot

moments of youth gather and
fall
into a sunken meadow of
stolen adolescence

brokenhearted,
waits for a ride home

My light house
are
painted on a black canvas
it
gets brighter
as
I
travail ontoward
.
The end of the tunnel

I have
been sober
for about
8 months.
Go me.

life is like
when you're
a little kid
and you
discover that
there is more
than twenty-four
crayons in the box
that there is
the possibility
of forty-eight colors
of sixty-four
of one-hundred and twenty
that there are
so many shades
of love and anger and peace and despair
and absolute bliss
and the ability
to express them all
are now
in the palm
of your hand

life is
colorful
beautiful
thought-provoking
lovely
soulful
heartbreak­ing
inspiring
and absolutely wonderful

every day is
a new sunrise
a new chance
to transform into
the butterfly you
want to be

go out there
and change the world, kid