Don’t be a dead man walking.
No need to be a sitting duck.
Don’t be down on your luck.
No need to be feeling bad
when you miss all the things
you wish you could have back.
Don’t stare at your reflection
for too long. Change it up.
No need to replay the song.
Move on. Wake up and look
alive. Buy the ticket and enjoy
the ride. Know when to show
and when to hide. Look alive.
No need to slip into the night
when we can just take flight.
My bones have grown
strong. Although not
shown, these bones
hold me together.
They make me feel
alive and well. Me:
my bones can’t be
rehomed. Bones
can break, shatter,
and weaken as life
does its job. Bones
come into play
every day when
we say, “I have a
bone to pick with
you” or “You are bad
to the bone” or
Break a leg!” Later,
my bones will be
brittle, and it will
be hard to see.
Until then, I will
roam for as long
that I am strong.
I’m still here. Death mirrors
all life. I’m still here; fear
has left me. Time has blessed
me. Another year: I’m still here.
Through struggle, I have found
a common ground. I’m bound
to turn around every frown:
to return all stolen crowns.
Here, I am, still finding me,
doing my best to finally see
what it means to sails seas
and to grow tall with trees.
Through all the pain, I start
a journey of learning. I wish
to know all the places to go:
every single place to know.
I’m still here: I plan to live
a life that only I can give.
Find something to do –
to keep you busy –
to keep you sane.
Find anything to do –
just don’t do nothing.
Nothing can keep you
from doing something.
Anything is better than
nothing. Don’t stay
still – fill your time
finding something
to do: be quick, but
don’t hurry. Don’t
worry. You will find
your way: yourself.
You will find some –
thing that keeps you
going – living. You
will find something
that will become
nothing. You must
create resistance,
listen, and lessen
the distance between
Hell and Heaven.
It can be a cold world.
I don’t have to tell you
that. We know this.
Events, people, places
can stop us in our tracks.
It can get chilly. Life can
freeze almost all things:
just not time. Not this
time. We must carry
the warmth needed
to keep us heated.
We must survive this
snowstorm that keeps
most frozen. Pedals
from your frozen roses
remind me to find truth –
to remain warm: alive.
Your frozen roses remind
me to search and find
love I have left behind.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 