You are...
The name I look for in my inbox.
The person I call when I'm going to the movies.
The shoulder I search for when I need to cry.
The ear I borrow when I need to rant.
The person I think of when buying books.
The person who's words make the most sense to me.
The one who understands me best.
The one I can count on for constructive criticism.
The one I can count on to be brave when am not.
The person who puts up with me.
The person I consider as my Best Friend in a world where Friends are underrated.
The one who stands with me night and day through storms and sunshine.
The person who will always find a way to make me grin.
The one who still has a dry sense of humor at two in the morning with a Marvel movie playing outside our cabin.
My partner in crime.

If I were to write you a thank you note, It would never end. So I hope these two words will suffice:

**Thank You

Who am I?
What am I mean to do?
When is my moment?
Where is my heart?
Why am I here?

I am me.
I am meant to do what's right.
My moment is now.
My heart is everywhere.
I am here to make the world a better place.

How do I do this?

I don't know.

I'll just have to find out.

Don't question life and live later. Live now and be proud.

They say its irrational.
Are they right?
Are they wrong?

They say its silly.
Am I weak?
Am I a coward?

Sometimes I face it.
What will happen?
I'll be fine.

I slow my movements to molasses.
What if I trip?
What if I fall?

I cannot help but glance behind.
I feel a tingling.
It's in my spine.

I have to know that I am safe.
It is dark.
It is cold.

Our doors are flimsy enough to break.
They can get me.
They can take me.

Well yes I have four dogs.
I am safe.
I am home.

I feel as though in one false step.
I will lose.
I will die.

A sound I make a place I look.
I'll see something.
I'll feel something.

There is a thrill to it though.
I do it a lot.
Every night.

I can run on a collapsing dock in the middle of a hurricane (true story).
Without fear.
A clear head.

But the dark is something that scares me.
The unknown.
Being watched.

I cannot think in front of people.
I might fail.
I may fall.

I can stand atop a cliff.
I can balance.
I love heights.

I can do all kinds of things.
That scare most people.
But not me.
Not me.

But then as I stand in the dark.
In the safest place I should know.
There is only one thing I can think:
What if.

Lets go back in time a bit.
Come on in here. Come and sit.
Do not mind my musty wraps.
I will not sell them for snow caps.

Now you all think I'm a fake.
Here's some candy for you to take.
I am, in fact, so very real.
You and I can make a deal.

This is what I'm thinking of.
Little Lady, little dove.
I will tell you all about.
How I came here with no doubt.

All it cost is just one thing:
All you three must do is bring,
Me a steamy cup of tea.
Go on. Hurry off you three.

Ah, I see you all are back.
In this tea its strength does lack.
But that really is no matter.
Let us stop with all this chatter.

Let us go way, way back when.
Parts of us were Ib and Ren.
Sheut the shadow, Ba is me.
Ka, my life force. Mine you see...

Ib the heart and Ren the name.
Not one of us is the same.
Most my soul parts have not changed.
But my Ka has… rearranged.

Haha! I came back to life.
With a bone, some blood, a knife.
I shall walk till Hallow’s Eve.
Then will leave you all to grieve.

Do not run dear little girl.
Let me pat your tiny curl.
I will not hurt you all right now.
I’ll take my leave, here’s my bow.

But just watch out on Halloween.
I do love hearing small girls scream!
Goodbye now. But watch your back.
I warn all those with wits that lack…

The Lark and the Dove not often meet.
And both their lovely songs are sweet.
But one spring morning when they.
Find they cross on path and way.

When they were young they were both told.
That other species young and old.
Were not the type to find a friend.
For bad will always be the end.

But these two birds, innocent and new.
Did not believe this lesson through.
And eye to eye the birds both saw.
And altogether forgot the law.

And into the sunshine they both play.
And live their song-sweet lives away.
They did not know as they flew into the sun.
A life-long friendship just begun.

Your fingers drum against the chair.
A step from sleep a mile out of reach
You close your eyes but your mind sticks.
It won’t allow you to drift away.
You’ve done nothing for hours but sit and tap.
Your hands are numb from the dark cold fear.
And the foreboding dread of untold news.
You knew it was coming as it always had.
There is no saying what can not be.
The words need not be spoken aloud.
They have already flooded into my soul.
This is courtesy of life.
There is no stopping what fate dreams up.
There is only your internal strength that
stops your falling to the floor.
Although you may want to crumble in
the long hours waiting in the dark.
There still is time to emerge at the end
of a long, tiresome day.
And even though you know it’s true.
That what you’ll learn after the long, sad wait
will not be what you’d like to hear,
Hope will always be outside.
Sitting in a sunny patch.
Waiting just for you.

I stepped out on the stage and the audience gave a cry.
I admit I almost stopped because I am a little shy.
I twirled and whirled and danced and then I came down with a crash!
My mother called an ambulance and it came in a dash.


My dance teacher came to visit me in the hospital
There was my Mom, my Brother Greg and my Principal.
My dance instructor sighed when she heard the news from Greg.
“I just followed her advice. She told me ‘Break a leg’!