You know you'll just be okay
When you work
Till your while being
Shivers with exhaustion
And your eyes cloud
With salty perspiration
And you push yourself
For that one last lap
And keep pushing
Till another- and yet another
I know
You won't fall.
The places where you tripped
Is your terrain now.
With all these lessons
You've learned in your way
You know
That you'll just be okay.

An irony of people
Pushing forth, unseeing
Past me,
Past my worth
And I just stood there,
Static, unmoving,
An anchor
To those passing by
Stamped
Under their ugly shoes.

Maybe we just need something to lean over,
Something to support us.
With loathing contempt,
The needy gravitate towards each other,
All the while
Wanting to be
The kings of their realm.

Tiny bubbles of soap
Held fragile
by the molecules
of my existence
In moist, soapy
Fingers shielding
Against a gentle
Breeze that might
Disrupt the perfect
Harmony of atoms
Vibrations, of an
Intangible soul
Protected- to perversely
Selfish reasons- for
Who will shelter my heart
If not myself?

I was the painting you tore down
Even before you started.

Billions of people
All over the world
Are knee deep in fear
It is but the tragedy of death
That threatens to keep
The closest near.
This worldwide pandemic
Not only a punishment,
But a time for self reflection
On all that we have done:
All the bruises we have caused
All the tears we cried.
And as nature slowly heals herself
Amidst humans
Keeping their tails in check,
Sparrow song trills once again
And swans find their home,
And as rare as the golden birds.
The human mayflies
Take in a moment and
Search themselves
Clean themselves
And stay still
For once in their lives
Waiting, watching, listening,
Growing closer hour by hour-
That all those decades running
Couldn't provide,
And retort
Back to being human again.
As nature heals her
Cuts and wounds
We, her children,
Are too birthed anew.

I was afraid
To let go
Of the solace of thorns
Let the
Temptation
Of soft flowers
Pierce me.