I have a pit in my stomach that feels like a fist
Just squeezing tighter and tighter
Tomorrow everything could change
Even if it stays the same it’s only for a matter of time
I’ve been waiting years for this moment and I know I should be excited but I feel like I’m letting a lot go
I’m going to miss the conversations during the car rides
I know you hate picking me up and dropping me off
I loved the time spent together
I will gain the world tomorrow but to me it will be at the loss of a treasure

Congratulations you found some brush and twigs to make a fire
You thought it was difficult enough to make the fire but keeping it lit is the real work
Cold winds dance and sing through the night sky
Doubt
It comes from the expected and unexpected, it tries to take your light
Your passion, struggle, fight
Sometimes we let them win
We can’t help it
Our fire goes out
Those who are brave enough throw themselves into the fire
Abandon all kindling and wear your flame
Let your passion consume you
Persevere
Let the fire spread
Make the stars look at you in envy.

Work to me feels like a production
Our slate wipes clean each day
We set the stage, we preform our lines
We check our numbers to make sure we are living up to the company standard
We reset the stage and acts to be ready for the next performance, tomorrow
We are numbers on someone’s report in someones office that I don’t know
They look at that number and decide they know us
They can see the sweat blood and tears
They can see the cups of coffee and bag of chips for lunch
They can see the tired frustration creeping in like the chill in the air
The countless hours spent digging deeper to get the show on the road.

Power comes from truth
Truth comes from peace
In the tarot Strength holds the lion with a gentle but firm grip
I know who I am
I am at peace with who I am
I know my truth good and bad
My power is my unshakable being
I am who I am
Change is inevitable
So be the change that opens your world.

I am elusive
If you don’t look close enough then my mask might as well be real
I have learned to hide
Hide in the small pauses of polite conversation
Hide in the stolen glances and “Hi how are you”
Sometimes I forget to smile
The polite patient tone of my voice is sometimes given away by my stone cold face
No matter how heartfelt the Good Morning is if it isn’t accompanied by a smile then is it even worth it
I care as much as I ever did
I am tired of smiling to make the other person feel better.