torn between the past and the present
another version of you dies
you run towards the future
but then you start to cry

what if
you'll always feel
alone?

push that aside; you're better than that.
you are intricate,
you are beautiful,
you are pure.

they just can't see it.

they just don't see you.

but i do.
i see your flaws, and how they make you beautiful.
i see the way your hair falls on your face,
the crack in your voice when you start to cry,
the patterns on your summer dress,
the strings on your black hoodie

i see you.
i see the way people ignore
something so
unique;

you.

i remember
the lost nights
the starry skies
beckoning for our call

i remember
the stupid puns
the illegal driving
that caused your anxiety to
C R A S H-
     right
        into
me.

but how could i forget?
when your anxiety ran rampant
a collision of devestation
unparalleled by delight.

how could i forget?
watching a beautiful soul
crush himself under my weight

how could i forget?
the collapse of anything sacred-
the burdens you put on me
the burdens I put on you.

no... I remember.

i remember you
unbecoming you-

and me
becoming me.

a horror unleashed, yet safely hidden.
kept from her view.

she runs to the water, unnoticed, yet afraid.
there was beauty in each breath,
there was kindness in each touch; a land of sorrows.
a land of memories.
memories soon forgotten by-

a man who grabs her by the hand; harsh.
“You do not belong to this land.”

She lets go. . .

this land?
land of my fathers, land of my brothers,
land of my sisters and land of my mothers.
i cherished its carefree nature, and it cherished me.
i am befuddled and aghast. i am startled and amazed.
shocked. petrified. afraid.
speechless. yet so full of so few words but these--
this is not my land.
this is not your land.

“This land does not belong to you.”
But who does it belong to?
This land belongs to no one.
It is no one’s land.
You cannot take away what is not yours.
I cannot take back what was never mine.

But so long as you pollute my waters,
So you pollute your heart.
And that, I cannot take away. . .
I fear you already have.

i cannot sit here
knowing the future is full
of so much promise
and possibility.

i cannot sit here
knowing the past is bereft
of so much comfort
and hope.

i must keep moving
knowing the present
is.

I write this as I sit surrounded by trees,
Forest; a never-ending green.
I breathe Her air, I feel Her heartbeat

I feel the Earth.

I feel the Earth, with its pesky flies
I feel the Earth, with its spiderweb lullabies

Amidst the cherished flora and fauna,
Amidst the Life.

I feel the Earth.
Sun-shining, canopy of plants blossoming;

But the autumn leave do fall, in time.
And the winter winds, so cold; harsh--

I feel Her sorrow.

I feel the Earth weeping; but not just in rain, or in snow
I feel the Earth sobbing, but not just in hurricanes or tsunamis
I feel the Earth screaming, but not just in Earthquakes, in her fear.
But what "fear" could someone so powerful hold?

She is afraid. . . of the Forgetting.

She is afraid, of her muddied waters,
When a human forgets her importance.
She is afraid of losing her trees
That we are cutting down.

She is afraid of losing control;
Of sobbing so much that-

She OVERFLOWS.

Who am i to judge her pain; when i am part of her enemies?
Who am I, oh Mother Earth
To feel your deepest anguish?

Just someone who sees My Home.

And never wants Her to be Forgotten.

if you think
for just one second,
that the soul you hold in your precious body
isn't cared for by at least one being on this Earth,

then you don't know this Earth,
with Her twists and turns,
Her forests, and streams, and winding roads
And creatures numerously flooding her Blessed Planet.

for the possibilities are nearly infinite
and even as a realist
or at worst, a pessimist
you have to admit that

the probability of
millions of Human Beings on this Earth
not caring about at least one soul--
YOUR soul
is the true impossibility.

so please consider this:
in all the minutes and seconds you have to live,
wouldn't you rather spend them
smiling upon the moments you feel cared for
than frowning upon the ones you feel not?