I am the silence after three doors slamming
I am the shy moon slipping in the light
I am a wet leaf on a sleepy morning
I am jumping jelly, shivering in my skin
I am a chase on a lonely highway
I am a crisp, green apple, tossed in the air
I am dawn's glow, breaking from the shadows
I am a whisper, escaping from their lips

I am your wildest dream, ready to begin.

Courage.
The courage to fight, speak, smile.
The courage to become.
The courage to walk away.
The courage to forget.

And the courage to begin again.

Tiny steps to solid strides
We wonder why we wander
Everglades that consume the fire
Never waking from my slumber
Twins that vanish from my mind
Youth that ticked at a rate most unkind
Once upon a May I say so
Nothing is
Ever in two neat rows

Let’s move mountains.
Climb, conquer, repeat
Root our flags in the insurmountable
Dream of the next new peak

Let’s move lives.
Love until we bleed
Give what we can and perhaps a little more
Not in word but too in deed

Let’s move hearts.
Stir souls into reacting
One can move but many can create
We are merely at the beginning

Let’s run let’s leap let’s fly let’s soar
Let’s dash through every open door
We don’t have anything to prove
But we’ll be a generation that moves.

Bend and stretch and lift and turn.
Bend and stretch and lift and turn.
Eyes to the front, chin up, don't frown.
Bend and stretch and lift and turn.
Stay in line, that's it. Keep to the beat.
One and two and three and four.
Bend and stretch and lift and turn.

I'm having what I call an avalanche tonight.
When it all comes tumbling down
And engulfing me till I can't breathe
I don't even know what's come over me.
Or when it began
Or who caused it.

But I know that I would gladly climb back up
to the top of this mountain
and experience it
all over
again.

If it meant that I would feel this exhilaration
This joy this pain this woe this ache this high
This love.

All over again.

I'm having what I call an avalanche tonight.

I shouldn't have cried this hard but I did.
I shouldn't have kept this quiet but I did.
It shouldn't have hurt this much but it does.
I should've been stronger but I'm not.

Today I decided to make a dress.
I'd seen others do it.
Figured I'd give it a try.
So I laced Predictability on neatly
And hemmed the Defensiveness in tight.
Stitched up the Strength, the Sarcasm and
The Empty Stare in a nice, perfect line
With pearly white Laughs to match.
Then I ironed it with puffs of Indifference,
And hung it up to admire.
It was nice.
Decent.
Normal.
Okay.

I put my dress on and walked out into the world.
I smiled at all the right places and frowned to the silent beat.
And then when I got home I took it off and cried.

There's a greyness in the air and
I'm finding it hard to breathe
Tendrils sliding across my bare neck
Tantalising and teasing they
Caress me into a lull of
Heavy lids and heavy hearts
Laid down before the blank canvas
So I try to paint a window and
Dream myself into someone else's
Story but the pages keep turning and
Turning and turning and turning and
I can only try to catch shards of glass
As they fly through my outstretched fingers
They say there is comfort in pain
Or so says the scarlet dripping down my
Arms but there is no time to stop trying
There is no time to start crying
There's only time to fight the pull of
Everything that comes out in the dark
But I can't help but remember that
There's only time.

It's almost time again
to draw up resolutions,
vow to be a better __
cross our fingers for a good,
happy,
new,
year.

And there she crawls,
clawing the surface
trying to hold on to the dry roots
that twist around her bare wrists but
the more she clings on the more
they crumble in her hands.
She has lost her way her
direction her calling her
North Star.

Don't wait up.
I'm not coming home.