The Day

The Day

A shoebox of portraits, and

Heart full of the day:

It is better to let this

Hold what loves as it may,

For pain will come, and with

It fear, no matter, anyway.

So let the love inside,

However long it may stay.

(3/26/10)

Not My Better Self

Not My Better Self

I fear and I doubt, and

I just feel so tired,

So weak—too weak,

Too flawed,

Too small,

Too slow,

Too late,

Too afraid, and so

I am not my better self.

But some time I may

Sneak past my small cares and

Find out a new beauty to my life, and

I am grateful again,

And growing.

(3/25/2010)

Walking (2008)

Walking

Rough twigs and sharp rocks poke my

feet as they walk. "Why can't the whole

path be clear and cool with soft sand

and fresh grass?" I ask. The sadness

in my heart echos fear and danger of

losing my way. A single daisy faces blue sky.

I want to run.

(8/5/2008)