I sign off with a 'I love you darling, goodnight';
though I wish night never came,
I sign a start with 'Hey sweetheart, out comes the sky''
and I feel like I touched a little piece of heaven.
I face the grey clouds with a bit of a bitter smile
but I am reminded that every grey has a silver line
and with a simple silver line, you can seize the world,
but I know that I have as I sign off every night
"you are my world and I am glad you are in my life".

I touched heaven though I did not die,
I watched an angel from beneath the skies
who gave happiness and life, a new meaning.

I touched heaven though I did not die,
for heaven is in my heart and paradise
held no meaning without the touch
of what it felt like to be completed with love.

Without you, to keep by my side
I won't know, if I'm dead or alive,
I don't know, if it's just a week,
To some, its a drop in the sea,
but to me, it's an ocean of blue
I can't find myself some help
just to try and stop missing you.

Without you, to keep by my side
I don't know, if I'm a smile
away from a tear.
So please baby, don't let me hear,
you say...
'It's just a week'.

One hundred and thirteen days since my last sip.
And it only took me one day to finally jump ship.
No matter how long I'm sober, nor how much I drink.
Will ever allow me the clarity to see the way that you think.
So here's to relapse, and the misery inbound.
Because girl I'll never stop you from runnin' around.

This land
Is not your land

This land
Is not my land

It is land

This woman
Is not your woman

This woman
Is not my woman

She is woman

Folly
To fight over what
Cannot be possessed

From nowhere
Walk on
Walk on

Earth supports
Your feet-
Grateful

Woman looks-
Grateful

Walk on
Walk on

To nowhere

Walk on
Walk on

Alone

Amen

I could arrange the broken bones
but the cracks would still
map out like constellations.
my ruptured ribs are bruised
and floating with no home.

you traced my scars with fingertips
and kissed my forehead ‘till I fell asleep.
you know I am broken, my dear.
so please, handle with care.

I have my autumn feet ready to seek out adventure
In a season of brisk winds that chill fingertips,
Frosty-nosed nights spent huddled beside a crackling fire,
Days wrapped up inside a thick, warm blanket
Gently grasping a steaming mug of hot tea.
Where calendar weeks are filled with
The steady rapping of raindrops on windows,
apples grappled from trees to make grandmothers’ famous pie,
and friends gathering to wander down endless rows of corn.
My autumn feet are ready to explore,
They are ready to adventure.