Shattered Glass

This beautiful mosaic is now shattered

glass. The earth shook and broke windows.

Bad energy was on the attack, and all we

could do was sit back and laugh. Life is

constantly changing. From stained to

shattered, we are between before and after.

We are at the mercy of the powers at be,

the almighty rulers, that no one can see.

All we can do is clean up shattered glass.

The destruction will soon pass. The storm

won’t last. We must clean up the mess,

sweep up the glass, rise from the ash,

take out the trash, and keep moving.

Pulling Strings

I know people who pull strings.

There has to be someone controlling

things. There are puppets and puppet

masters. There are shadows and shadow

casters. We can pull strings. We can

be the writer of our story or we can

be a character in someone else’s.

We can make things happen. We can

take action or we can sit and wait

until circumstance dictates our fate.

We can join the race or we can watch

from the sidelines. We can push through

or let others choose. We can pull strings.

We can control our own puppet. Don’t

let someone else gain control of your soul.

Hop in the driver’s seat and press the gas.

Go fast and know, we all eventually crash.

Out of Control

My mind may be out of control,

but the way I love makes it whole.

The confidence I lack doubles back,

but my feelings fend off any doubts.

My soul attacks intrusive thoughts.

My evolving perspective cools the jets

often too hot. Sometimes, it feels like

two people playing racquetball inside

my head. I can feel my body tense up.

My heart crashes against a worn chest.

What is out of control is out of my

control. No sense in worrying because

time is hurrying. No need to suffer twice.

The time will come and acceptance will

prevail. There are more seas to sail.

Out of control and into my soul. Life

will fall into place at the end of the race.

Out of Control

The world is out of control.
Sharp minds become dull.
Stress can squeeze the life
out of a soul. If there is not
a light in sight, just breathe.
Keep fighting; don’t freeze.
Know you can’t change
the direction of the breeze.
Sometimes, it’s better to stay
than to walk away and leave.
People are out of control.
There are more questions
than answers. There are
more songs than dancers.
Life is like rolling some dice.
It is hard to roll the same
number twice. Each day
is another opportunity to
encounter something new,
to reach a higher view,
to get better-looking shoes.
The puppet-master has cut
the strings making things
out of control. The guy
upstairs never stopped
shaking the snow globe.
When life is out of control,
the answer finds the soul.

Growing Pains (Poetry Book)

Hello! I know it has been about 5ish months since my last poetry book release. I have been writing still, but with school starting back up, I had to put on my teaching pants. I found some time to upload my most recent project called Growing Pains. Really, each chapbook explores a period in my life and closely follows a general, universal theme. Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life. Enjoy! Thank you for your interest and enjoy my latest bunch of poems!

Growing Pains

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Growing Pains (Poetry Book)

Growing up is hard and the pain that follows can sometimes be unbearable. The reality is that we all have to grow up – but it doesn’t always have to be painful. There is hope, control, and clarity that comes with growing older. It can be painful, but beautiful as well. This poetry collection explores the human condition and ever-changing principles of life.

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