I look in the mirror and I see
eyes of fire staring back at me.
I feel warmth burn from within.
There’s a fire creating heat
that forces me to my feet.
The ice in my veins melts away
the second I head on my way.
In the mirror, I see flames
become untamed. When I turn
around, nothing is the same.
My eyes of fire ignite my sight.
These eyes of fire feel right.
Much has been sacrificed
for you to find salvation.
Hope salvaged in savages.
Salvation comes at the end
of work and sacrifice. Ice
melts as the fire stays lit.
The ground that you walk
on is no place to sit. Foot –
prints remind you to look
behind you and remember
how fires start from ember.
Sanity, time, and stability
has been sacrificed just for
us to play nice – to be nice.
The life we choose to live
has been a gift from those
who did nothing but give.
Life can be given, taken,
and mistaken. Sacrifice
what you must and trust
you find your salvation,
so those after us can do
the same to fan the flame.
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.
Speak up or sit down.
Be loud or be quiet.
Be great or hesitate.
Stay up or lay down.
Walk out or stay around.
Speak truths or pay dues.
Open up or close down.
Stay free or feel blue.
Live life or lose sight.
Be you and see me
shine the same light.
Lakes were frozen one Winter day.
Everybody saw the frozen water.
All motion halted the moment
Winter started. The trees looked
naked, humiliated. The trees hated
cold weather just how people
did. It was fine for those who
embraced the cold. They walked
on frozen lakes. They conquered
their fear of falling in. They
saw a reflection of a fearless
face, learning to love the cold
and its embrace. They learned
to enjoy the lake on a Winter day.
IN YOUR DREAMS POETRY 