Family

Extraordinary You

You are more
Than the sum
Of your lessons
Since the beginning of your time,
Stepping stones that lead
To potential
Forks, pitfalls, and hills
On this journey of life.

You are more
Than the difference
Of past and future colliding
The Impossible distance
From where you’ve been
And the peaks you’ve conquered
To where you’ll go
Speeding ahead into the unknown.

You are more
Than the quotient
Of your loved ones
Provided by a lottery
Good or bad
And the ones you choose
To reveal yourself to
Based on circumstance.

You are more
Than the product
Of society and individuality,
Pressure and instinct,
Colluding with each other
In public and in private
To create a version of yourself
For your success.

You are more
Than a complex equation
Of contradictories
That takes time and patience
For a solution.

You are more.
You are so much more.

Grievous Wounds

Words cannot express

The feeling that loss creates

When it inhabits your bones.

 

Who do you call

Who do you turn to

When there is no one to see your pain?

 

What do you say

When there are no words

For how you feel?

 

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Ocean Waves, Part 2

Our visit was brief

But necessary.

 

It was good to

Get back to my roots-

Seeing you

Brought back so many memories.

 

Hearing you call out to me

Made me feel like a toddler

Stumbling over their feet

When they’re learning to walk,

But trusting

That you’ll be there

To catch them

When they fall.

 

Thank you for reminding me

Of who I am-

The strength I was born with.

 

Our bittersweet goodbyes

Will not last forever.

 

I leave,

Walking away

With sand trailing behind me,

But turn back

For one last glance.

 

Just in time

To watch you wave.

 

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Pay It Forward

Anyone who is looking for help

On their darkest days

Or even in their happiest of times

Does not deserve to suffer.

 

The act of seeking support

Shows a desire to change

A hunger for growth

A passion to live their lives

In the best way possible.

 

The pursuit of self enlightenment

Finding one’s purpose

And traveling through the

Hills and valleys of life

With their dignity in tact

Is reached through

Helping others

So they can build their foundation

And support themselves

And helping yourself

Be the best version of you.

 

Happy Father’s Day to all of the Dad’s out there! This poem was inspired by my dad. He is the most giving person that I know, and has helped more people than I can count. My family continues to inspire me and teach me lessons about life, and I couldn’t have asked for better support.

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Wanting To Be Alone

I’m holding on to you,

My dear,

I’ll never let you go.

But what if space

Is what I need? I may be

Here, physically,

But my presence isn’t present.

I love you

Don’t you love me?

Yes, but I

Love myself more.

The Broken Doll

She sits on the wooden shelf

An unwelcome grin etched on to her face

As the people around her

Mill around the house

Go about their day

And pay her no attention.

She waits

Patiently with her stiff limbs

Hoping all day

Today’s the day

When they come home

They’ll pick me up off of the shelf

And play with me.

The hour arrives,

The family trudges in

One

By

One

And they begin to mill around the house

And go about the rest of their day

Without a glance at the shelf

Where the doll sits by herself

Waiting for love.