It’s curious that being curious is

The straw that broke this camel’s back.

Simple punctuation perseverating,

Question marks repeating and not retreating till

This wonder couldn’t let me stay.

Spring feels like

Awakening,

Unfurling…

Transformation requires yield,

A soft terrain pliable enough to

Entertain and embrace…

In a world where shouts
Shatter and scatter
Rather than
Heal and hold,
I would rather
Be bold…

Why do we have to loose weight

So that we don’t have to wait

for our dreams to be realized?

Again,
We’re back here again.

Against instead of
Together to weather these
Harsh movements, the momentum
We’re lost to,
Too in deep to weep
For the words we don’t mean,
For the aches we can’t speak…

…So where is this faith, this unseen seam
Threatening to burst from the hurt
Of broken people and tainted steeples
No longer housing the truth it’s espousing?

A New Year’s Eve

And so here we are,
Carried along by the
Audacity and courage
To put into words our
Unnamed dreams…