Pivot

This moment simply ISThere is no anxiety or anticipationDoors aren't left half openWhatever pathway there isIs already laid bareReady for my foot falls Happily treadingBobbing to the sense of Freedom And then the first warm droplets fallA summer rainAnd the Anticipation comes Alive The droplets stirring the electricity just brimming beneath the surfaceMy breath escapes … Continue reading Pivot →

An Echo

As lightning strikesAnd the clouds are heavyI stand there awaiting the downpourReady to take the weightAnchoring me to the rumbling earthReady to give birthTo that awful finalityOvertaking all that exists Nothing is settledThe impending rush of simply What Is All that I can do is waitAnd scream the voice welling up inside of meAlone on … Continue reading An Echo →

My Element

I never realized how healing the Open Air is for meI spent my life dancing in a boxAnd now I'm reminded of when I was three years old dancing by an outdoor fountain The wind blowing my short hair into my eyesMist finding its way to my skinAs my mom witnessed my FreedomI know that … Continue reading My Element →

A Beautiful Dam

I had created such a beautiful damI didn't even notice the tide risingAnd then you cracked me openExposing the floodThat I could no longer withhold Parts that I had buried deepDenied myself years beforeParts that have yearned to be fedStarved for the open airPulling me under the riptide And as I search for a strongholdYou … Continue reading A Beautiful Dam →

Wading

Wading through the mistAn evaporating substanceTurning to see you, squinting as if it will make it easierParts hidden, parts exposed Gleefully hopping over the wavesSoaking our clothesReaching my hand behind to grab yoursTrailing behind, observing Can we slow time?Or is it still passing despite the moments treasuredImmersing ourselves knee deepMist finely coating us And will … Continue reading Wading →

Released from the Shallow

I sensed a shortness of breathThat I wouldn't be able to support you until the endThrough no lack of tryingAnd that you would be left gasping for breathAs you're left clutching for something no longer of substance And now that I've released myself from these ShallowsI no longer feel the closeness of tragedyThat my vision … Continue reading Released from the Shallow →