Breathing

Is a battle all in itself

You look around and see the trees

Hear the road noise, feel the breeze

And realize you are living

Sometimes you just have to survive

But in truth, each day is a win

Every breath is a battle

Each time you open your eyes

Fresh from slumber or barely conscious

You’ve decided to continue

Learn to let go of what you can’t control

And just breathe;

Rally

Some mornings it takes a little more momentum to push the covers off of me

Sometimes I need to muster a bit more courage to speak

There are days when I have to try a little harder to move my feet

To put one in front of the other, raise my head and breathe

Some nights I toss and turn trying to slip into a slumber

While other times my eyelids are only longing to be lowered

And though there will be foggy days until the last sun I see

It only makes the days without it full of vibrant clarity

The Sand & the Dune

You are the fork and I am the spoon

I am the caterpillar, you’re the cocoon

You are the lyrics and I am the tune

I am the sand and you are the dune

You are the sun and I am the moon

I am the land and you’re the monsoon

You are the needle and I’m the balloon;

I am the air and now I’m renewed

Fog

I feel it creeping up, staring at me out of the corner of my eye

I smile but feel the weight of the muscles I pull on in an attempt to push the mist away

It remains

Just yesterday a friend said I was glowing and I wonder: will I still glow in the dark?

Mirrors

How strange we look and see ourselves

or maybe not at all

Only our biggest failures and smallest

successes make it to the surface

Reflections of what we want and aren’t,

never of the beauty that goes unnoticed

The every day victories of breathing

Of surviving one more day in this world

that isn’t always kind or faithful

Which often denies us the positivity

our souls are starving for

With this I urge you to look again

and see the goodness. The warrior.

The innocence you have deep within

Child-like wonder that has grown dormant

Silence the wicked voice that whispers:

FAILURE; IDIOT; LOSER;

HOPELESS; WORTHLESS

Insert adjectives of your inner critic here

Eradicate those from your personal dictionary

These lies deserve nothing but your dismissal

Find the light in your existence. It’s there.

Seek in life only what fuels that light

Don’t ever let it dim or die

Tectonic Place

Every man is an island.

Sun rays dance on the sands of silence

The glowing grace of the artful absence

of other souls and senseless madness

Until the light begins to fade

Broken bits that once fit all drift away

The illusion of peace at once decays

giving way to an untethered terrain