My tears
stomp
as loud
as my
feet
enduring
the
growing pains
of
movement

Run my child, please run
turn your back upon the sun
let the wind carry you home
where angels sing
and peace is known
dare to dream as dreamers do
face the old and embrace the new
for you will rise and crash like waves
because your heart knows not what it craves
be it love or be it lust
soon this world will turn to dust.

.
.
i live with myself
in the same house under
the same roof. I changed the
locks  on the doors
then  shut  me  out
and kept me closed
                           in by throwing out            the keys