She'll be dying with the coals
When the last ember dies
Pushed along but the wind
Fluttering in the night...

And everyone will say
"I thought that she'd survive"

But what if I'm small?
What if I'm slow?
What if I'm not --- rolling in dough?

What if I'm fat?
What if I'm shy?
What if I don't know-- how to say goodbye?

What if I'm sick? Sick as a dog...
What if I'm about as productive as a lump on a log?

What if I care? but only about me?
Even though it doesn't show externally...

What can I do?
What can I say?
How the hell, will I be okay?

5am,
snuffed between the fingers of the day
slumming stars and a night not fully broken,
the waking world, its petals still to open
is filled with silent promises unspoken

Storm clouds gathering
Big ants carry baby ants
To safe high ground

You cannot get the past back
And you don't need it,

Walk with your head held high into the future
Where love is waiting to be awakened