In one moment sturdy walls shatter and turn to dust,
trailing destruction as I leave my footprints in the matter.

The greif comes and it goes,
but the slow burn remains.
It's ignited in my grandmother's tears,
when she yells out her brother's name.
How she wishes back the years,
for a time when they were young,
and life had not yet sung its final song.

Grieving the loss of my family,
I wish you were here with me.
Hold me in your arms,
my heart is fragile in all its charm.
From this pain,
comes growth,
I know.

I ebb and flow.
Gliding on the crest of Neptune's glimmering waves.
In compliance with my capricious emotions.
Ready to decend into the oceans watery grave,
knowing that then comes the ascent.
So I'll draw a deep breath and do it all again.

I watch my fern unfurling its leaves,
tendrils reaching out towards the light.
Slowly elongating,
grasping out to reach great height.

The unassuming nature of life,
my fight to turn my face towards the sun.
Growing, constantly growing.
My prerequisite, to be effortlessly flowing.

Coffee and carrot cake,
to mark this milestone.

Find me where the sun meets the sea.
Until then I'll embrace you in my mind,
somewhere amidst my dreams.