My body, my body,
Why have I forsaken thee?

Thou who carried me here,
And carries me through,
Thou my strength, my protection,
My instinct, my beauty

How could I doubt thee?
That you are with me and for me,
Why did I let myself be tricked
To think you are *****, unclean, deceitful?

It is I who was untrue

You remain faithful,
Step by step,
Day by day,
Carrying me,
Hair flowing,
Heart beating,
Eyes searching

Each breath a gift,
Each day together

Wholly, holy, one

Thank you

Water on stone steps
Leading the way to autumn
Frozen in mid stride

What is poetry but a moment
Captured in a stanza,
A breath strung rhythmically
Line by line,
A heartbeat tamed into a couplet,
A tear written between the lines.
Poetry is nothing
But life itself.

Allow me to introduce you to the
Land of rainbows, the land
Of palm trees and flowers, all
Happily swaying together on
An ocean breeze.

An avalanche of pain. Sudden. Heavy.
Suffocating in the frozenness.
Icicles fall from your mouth,
Straight from the ice of your heart.
I'm slipping on the ice,
Close to falling through the cracks.

Don't get me wrong,
The summer sun shines through your eyes.
Or at least it used to.

Now I'm just waiting for spring.