If I could go back in time and have a conversation with myself from 4 years ago I would in a heartbeat.

Not to warn her about anything or to tell her to do things differently but just to simply tell her that she is going to be ok.

Most of the things she is or will worry about work themselves out one way or another and that I am so proud of her

That its ok that she is different to the people she knows because she is going to meet people that like that about her people that make her laugh and smile instead of break her down

I just want to tell her everything is going to be alright because I know that's what she needs to hear

When you ask of me, why poetry
I'm not sure you understand
That it's the center of my universe
The very depth of who I am

The molecules in the air I breath
Oxygen pulsing through the veins
The storm brewing beneath the surface
The pounding of the rain

It's the timeless anticipation
Of the thought that's yet to come
The tearing open of life's seam
The beating of the drum

The first peak of the desert flower
When it feels the gentle touch of spring
The smile in the eyes of a child
And all the joy it brings

The in and out of the tide
In the pulling of the waves
When you ask of me, why poetry
What more is there to say

Have you ever seen the veins of poetry?
As if born of the nothings in between,
The spaces a story with no setting;
More profound, I think, of thee.