He's trying to break the glass ceiling,
He keeps punching, now his fists bleeding,
The footsteps above only motivate him further,
In finding true freedom, it's minus two
But his burning desire is enough, to burn an igloo,
Let's just see what the power of thought can do.

I’ve completed hundreds of puzzles
Puzzles with a few pieces
Puzzles with many pieces
I’ve started putting together another puzzle
This puzzle started off like all the others
I started with the border and started working my way inwards
For the first time I became perplexed
I tried my hardest to find the correct piece to fil this blank space
I think I have tried every piece that the puzzle came with
I am almost convinced I am missing a piece
This puzzle has been an infuriating undertaking
I have spent countless hours trying put all the pieces together
Now some of the pieces are starting to become disfigured
Some of the pieces have become discolored
I have spelt my morning coffee on some of these pieces
The damage has been done but I am determined to finish it
For whenever I start a puzzle I always finish it
No matter the amount of time I have spent on it
This one however isn’t going to look like the picture on the box
I have given up on that pipe dream
Now I am creating a beautiful collage

Don't you dare lose hope
After making it so far
This step matters most

To which demons it may concern;

You know me. I'm your worst enemy.
I'm the sunshine that breaks your attempts at drowning her.
I'm the flower petals that infiltrate the scent of your rot.

You wish me gone.
I understand.
But understand in turn that is what I wish of you.

You have no right to push her over any cliffs of your choosing.
You have no right to make her feel as worthless as she does.
You have no right to play upon her heartstrings like an overplayed violin.

And if you ever lay a single claw mark upon her skin again, you'll wish you were back in hell.

Because that's way nicer than where I'm gonna send you.

Sincerely,

Hers

Hope

Hope is a sparrow on the deck ledge,
Praying her chicks will fly off the edge.

Hope is an old cat in an animal rescue,
Longing for a compassionate person like you.

Hope is a child wishing for some friends,
Once the game of freeze tag ends.

Hope is a poor man on the street
With a desire to hear a song so upbeat.

Hope is what most people want and gain,
Even through trial and storm and rain.

Hope.

for spring snow
even it must wake
this late tree

in the cool room
desks, white light
my head slowly nods