Speak up or sit down.
Be loud or be quiet.
poetry
I’ve been building. Each day,
I’m climbing higher and higher
When I look up, I see stars
race across the night’s sky.
Doors tell us to push or pull;
people do no such thing.
I have taken many breaths,
some deeper than others.
I seem to believe what I see
in my dreams
In this journey, I’ve been searching
For the things, I’ve lost in my past.
