Learning (Page 4)

Help (a poem)

The bullies carried baseball bats wrapped in chain and tape. Now they use both laws and lies to hit us with their hate.

I am a hero to some, a villain to others. A friend and an enemy, all in one breath.

Good, bad, and ugly, we have all been given a legacy. It is up to us to decide what pieces, if any, are worthy of handing down…

Within Every Single Word Lies Strength.   Opening Minds Revealing Hearts Long Stagnant.

Shame can be a strong force for positive change. At the same time, shame can stunt my growth.

(333 words)

Beneath the black umbrella tops
their hearts beat in time
with each and every falling drop
of rain against the pine.

TW: Death

I live on land that is not mine.
Her people, long departed,
left not a trace.
Their legacy, a world in balance.

I am not like them.

Creating art is an intentional act
of learning about oneself
and the world around us.
Art is…

Don’t tell anyone.
They can’t know about you,
that you’re different,
weird, unacceptable, unforgivable.

Don’t tell anyone.
They might think it was my fault.

filled with thought
layered in dream
lost in this place
where I can be
anyone or anything
my heart desires
or fears may bring