a list of the things my soul forgot:

i am still brave
i am free
i am beautiful
i have hope
i am redeemed
i am alive
and my story is still being written
i am worth more than the words i write
and i have worth even when i cannot write
and i am also worth more than the sun
and the moon
and the stars
i can dream
i am not perfect and it is okay to struggle
because even though i don’t deserve grace
it is mine
i am lovely
and i am loved
and even if i forget the truth
that doesn’t change that
it is still true.

Let me share my light
Let me help you fight
The dark demons inside
Please don't hide

Let me be your guide
Let me know you tried
To let me be bright
When you lose sight

Let me be with you
Let me be true
I want you next to me
If only you could see
You are perfectly free
When you are here by me

The little finch wanted to fly
High in the sky
So he did

The little finch whizzed past the clouds
High above any crowds
He soared

The little finch flew up to a home
High past a dome
He dove

The little finch saw a reflection
High past rejection
He smacked

The little finch hit the window
He bounced off the pane
Too scared to feel pain

Wrapped in the fireplace
of your arms. Warmed by
the trust in your smile.
The night and our love

Are acquainted. You cuddle close
and feel my heart. I brush your
hair away from your face.
The window and the rain

Are old friends. Soft candlelight
washes over our skin,
soft music over our repose.
The ambiance and timing

Couldn't be better. I look
down at you, you're falling asleep.
I kiss your forehead
and whisper, Sleep well.

With eyes closed, you sigh
and reply, Then don't go.

Freedom is important
Life is important
Choosing is important
Having a voice is important

Taking away rights is wrong
Rules taking away our power is wrong
War over religion is wrong
Division in a family is wrong

Believing that taking away guns will solve crime is a miconception
Taking away your right to defend yourself is baffling
Criminals will still get guns
Guns are to protect you from being hurt or robbed

Having rights protects you from the corrupt government
There are tragedies that happen
And it is proven that gun related crimes go down
But they DO NOT disappear

A perfect world is not what we live in
Utopia is impossible with all the different ideas and beliefs
Even me writing this proves no one agrees on the same thing

I don't need to be agreed with
I don't need a government to dictate what I eat
I don't need restrictions against the way I live my life

I need to be heard by my peers
I need to be heard by my government
I need the power of speech
I need to have good morals and stand by them
I need a place where the rights are not taken away from the people

This country was built by our founding fathers so we were not controlled by the government
This country was made for freedom and morals
This country was made for the honest man
This country was made by your ancestors or
This country was the freedom your ancestors needed

This country was not made for the top 1%

How do you define yourself as an American?

This country is no longer great or proud.
This country has changed drastically from what it was first meant to be

Too many people will hate me for being too young for saying these things
Or being corrupted by parents and peers and youth
I'm still given a voice
I'm important to this country because I'm apart of it

And I will use my power of speech and all of my other birth given rights till they are ripped from my hands and forcibly taken away from me

I hope that day comes with my last dying breath
For I'm going to hate seeing a world that has gone back to the dark ages of serfs and Lords

Walls closing in
Stealing my grin
Betrayed by my feelings
Killing all of the healings
From the past suffocation
Cracking the foundation
Of trust
Creating disgust
For myself and hatred
Because the sacred
Happiness I kept in a box
Was not under chains and locks
Slipping away
Creating decay
Of the house I made  
Now I've laid
And my head has turned dizzy
I've stopped being busy
I know I've fallen back in a rut
And I know in my gut
That I have one place to turn to
So I pray to You

You try
And work
And learn  
And try to be successful
But still you don't
Sleep
Or eat
Or cry
Or breathe
For if you do then you won't be
Someone's child
A friend
A worker
A spouse
Sadly we believe being succesful
Is more important than being healthy
We are so afraid we won't be loved
We don't think that we should
love ourselves
.