Death is alive
In my head
He’s one of my tenants
Taking up the most space

No more
curling into
my embrace
purring your
contentment.
No more
scratching
gently at the door
catching
my attention.
No more
racing madly
through the grass
chasing shadows
and sunbeams.
Oh Minnie
I miss your presence
but still
I sense your essence.

i’m sorry this world
did not welcome you
with open arms

send me a letter
when you get back home

so i know that
you’re safe

Progress.

Is not step by step,
It's one eye closed, the other
Peaking out reluctantly
And sighing with a smile.

Progress.

Is not day in and day out,
It's not seeing your friends for a while
And being commended for change
You don't even feel.

Progress.

Is not character building,
It is an evolution of the self.
A clock that turns and chimes it's hours
With every victory.

Progress is progress.