Forgive; but learn the lesson taught

I must try and write today,
But there's nothing left.
I miss you
I crave you
I resent you, for
Being everything you're not.

I hope you find a way to be yourself
I hope you look in the mirror and you feel a connection to your own reflection
I hope you push away the boulder on your back, that pushed you down to the ground
For that is not where you belong
You should be crowned
Crush the stones for all the wrongs

I hope you find a way to be yourself
Regardless of what others think
Silence their intrusive thoughts with your darts of confidence
Silence their criticisms with your smile of indifference
You've been patient too long, the ink has ran dry
Stop and think
Do you really need that drink?

I pray the best for you but I cannot do it for you
I hope you find a way to be honest with yourself
Shed this uncomfortable skin
Your new life could soon begin

I cannot save you within
Pick up your own ink
For I hope you find a way to be yourself
Or even better to like yourself

In the garden of Humanity
Plant more bonhomie
Love will blossom
The landscape will change
Fragrance and love all around
Colors will blend, celebrating all
The celestial space will rejoice
As happiness knows no bounds

She skinned her knees crawling through her emotions
She opened her veins on paper and let the thick blood come trickling out
Her heart is made of glass and if you touch it light enough it will break into two, releasing a new beat
She lost her sight in love
She carved words on her chest as if without them she couldn't rest
She scratched words on her throat and clawed them on her tongue like they were her new oxygen supply.

She is a poem who I'm glad lived.

Hey dad
Do you remember me?
As a baby?
Do you remember me,
Remembering you?
As newborns typically don't do.
Smile laugh and reach for you.

I imagine the same reaction if
I were to see your face
This Father's Day.

Self destruction has tainted our way of life.
It's time to break the cycle.
In the darkness of fear, there's a dawning light.
It's time to break the cycle.

We stumble around and fall to the ground, but are we too proud to reach out,
to reach for a hand that can help us to stand, and keep us from falling facedown?

We're only helpless because we're heartless.

In a world
headed for self-destruction,
the answer is here;
are we too blind to see it?
In a world headed for self-destruction,
the answer is here; are we too blind to see it?

-For Today