Rainbows – but I think only I can see them
Maybe it’s these glasses
Everyone says they’re rose colored
And maybe they are

But I see every color
Every color of every sunset
I see the pink, the orange, the joy
I see the purple, the blue, the melancholy
And I see it all fade to absolute blackness

But even then I know that in the morning
I will see every color of the sunrise
All these colors that are like one to me
The color of life
And I never want to take these glasses off.





~All that can be heard is the squeak of flip flops
In the wee hours of the morning.
~As she succumbs to the sleeplessness
And the heat
And the pain in her heart that she refused to acknowledge before.
~She looks up to the stars, wishing that one would fall
And shed some light.
More light than this street lamp.



There’s something about being in the woods

That makes you wonder 

If there are any good reasons to go back home. 



Fallen Flowers


Do not mistake love torn apart for love that was never there. 

Do not assume that there is no beauty in brokenness. 

And when that last petal falls, leaving you with the truth – 

Do not be afraid to walk away. 

For this love cannot accompany you when you rise from the valley. 


Before I Die


you ask me why-

you tell me no-

“get your head out of the sky”

“it’s not right to go”


But I won’t listen to lies-

I’ve just one reason to give-

“Before I die,

I just want to live”


Wandering Roots


Is it a blessing
Or a curse
To not have a home?

Perhaps it is both.
Perhaps it is neither.

Perhaps it is an adventure.

An adventure making every place that touches your soul your home until you leave it.

An adventure that teaches –
Home isn’t a place at all.
It’s the memories you carry inside.
And the people who carry you.



Find your center.

Find your balance.

Find your fire.


New Beginnings



“New beginnings, eh?”


“But why do they have to hurt so much?”

“Because there’s a voice inside you. A voice telling you that the road ahead leads to a place much worse than where you came from.
But that voice is wrong.”


The Battle


Spring pounces upon a tired Winter

I feel her energy in my veins

Even as he turns the winds against her

Trying to usher in a second kingdom

But she is strong

The sunshine is her ally

As am I.




If there were not days shrouded in mystery,

Questions without answers,

A future enveloped in uncertainty,

What reason would we have to live?


With no hand to hold,

No destiny to see,

No plans carved in stone,

We embrace the fullness of life.


Dancing on the winds of fate,

Knowing that such winds can bring us anywhere –

Careening down to darkness in the beat of a heart,

But soaring to new heights of joy in the blink of an eye.