I remember

I was a childTwo sistersTwo pathsAnd I chose youBut you never chose meThat was the most heartbreaking thingYou never say anythingI can’t feelOnly the sadness your silence brings.

Get Out Of The Way

The swords use to get in the

Trying to fix things that I didn’t make

that I didn’t break

When you learn to get out of the way better things, new things, things you thought you’d never do thangs.

Come your way.

The Seasons

You can almost anticipate it now.

What to expect.

Maybe not of the weather.

But of people and as the signs change the people do too.

A great deal of respect for those that can go with the flow.

A great deal of peace for those that fight against there very nature and therein forget to nurture themselves.

And mercy for those that have lost respect for the womb.