It is saddening...
/It is saddening
to see
all my own
traumas and
insecurities
reflected in
the eyes
of those
around me.
But it is
also comforting,
and makes
me feel
less broken,
less alone.
Leave no trace
/I know
that I should
leave
no trace,
but I
can’t help
but want
to leave
my mark
on this place.
For my grandfather...
/A rock
is not moved
by the
river
passing by.
It holds
its ground
as the water
flows around
it, breaking
the unending
tide.
A man,
like a stone,
strives to
be solid,
to hold fast.
He stands
against
the current
and forms
and eddy,
the flood
off cast.
Over time,
the rock is
worn smooth,
its sharp
edges erased.
It sinks
beneath the
surface,
becoming one
with the
waves’
embrace.
All we've been taught..
/All we’ve been taught
to see
is that we’re broken,
and not
that we can heal.
All we’ve been taught
to see
is that we’re imperfect,
with cracks
that need to be sealed.
A geode must be
cracked in half
to reveal
its inner glow.
A seed must split
open in order
for the sprout
to grow.