Things that scare me:
too much movement,
not enough time,
students failing classes,
children falling in line
to a code of conduct
the state tends to copy
from one generation to the next–
why can’t they provide
bandaids instead
for the multitude of broken hearts
and wings clipped off
before they got to fly,
my skin burning and telling me
that inside isn’t safe
and yet the outside won’t stop spinning
I need to jump off,
but where?
I,
we
must sink in, ankle deep
into a beautiful, mud lined shore
reminding us that a sticky situation
is never incurable–
all we must do
is wash our hands in the tide,
watch water flow
and wait for our souls to follow.
May 2, 2015
Happy (early) Birthday to my little brother, who is going to be a teenager tomorrow! 😮
