Gray Days

Some days are gray days.
Dark clouds. Heavy rain.
No umbrella can help
us stay dry. Some days,
gray days fade to blue.
Most days, raindrops fall
turning seeds into trees.
Some days, the breeze
reminds us of the cold
world we occupy. We try
to get through the gray
days. On the worst days,
we find ways to follow
the light that pierces
the darkness. We have
seen many gray days.
We know it to be tough
when smooth becomes
rough. We know that
life has its ups, downs,
and roundabouts. Life
is full of green grass,
blue skies, gray days
and we are full of life.
Look past the haze;
do not let gray days
take the sunshine away.

Class of 2021′

Class of 21’ – what a year.
Life has been tough.
You did your very best
To smooth what’s rough.
Class of 21’ has soul –
The uncanny ability
To make diamonds
Out of last year’s coal.
This year looked different –
Time went – you stayed home –
Battled boredom – faced challenges –
Missed games, dances, experiences.
Yet, you have risen above, making
the most of this ghost-of-a-year.
You have been strong and brave.
You are weathering life’s storm
Before it takes form. Class of 21’:
From friends to family – it
Has begun. We know it to be
Hard, but fun: a new web spun –
A transition from moon to sun.
You have fought like Vikings,
Gearing up for what’s next.
Class of 21’, you may be done,
But know, the love never left
The place where memories
Are kept and goals are set.
Through struggle, pain, and joy,
You have moved forward:
chasing glory, gold, or greatness.
The world is waiting for you
To make a difference – to be
Whatever it is that makes
You shine and feel alright
Remember this year,
Have no fear and live on.
Just know you did it. You made
It, Class of 21’. We’re not done;
Our story has just begun.

Tough Skin

Callaced and rough, tough
skin cuts when touched.
Tough skin worn by men.
Holding axes, shovels, and
tools makes you tough.
Sometimes, it is enough.
Other times, the man hides
behind his tough skin.
It is not manly to be soft.
Have you heard this before?
Women can’t be tough.
It is not womanly to chop
down a tree. Women must
plant seeds. Who says I can’t
be soft? I am tired of being
tough. I think men should be
sensitive, too. All men’s tears
should water the seeds, while
women tear weeds. We must
break free from norms and
set forms that used to be.
We can be tough, rough, soft,
or hard. We can live together
with our skin and talk about
the places we have been.




Dear 2020,

You’ve taught me
many lessons.
You’ve been strong.
You’ve been fierce.
You’ve shown me
what it means
to be human:
what it means
to salvage
what has been
ruined. 2020,
stop the joke;
it’s not funny.
I write to you
in hopes that
you change. I
hope you can
bring me bliss
after putting
me through all
of this. That’s
my one wish.




Against the Grain

I’ve never been normal in this life.
I’ve been creating my own light.
In this life, I’ve felt day and night.
I’ve run so far to feel alright.
It had never been easy to be
in a place that can’t be seen.
No matter what, I swam upstream;
I loved to play on the other team.
I’ve always been told to go left
but going left never felt right.
When told to talk, I held my breath.
When told to quit, I knew to fight.
I’ve always gone against the grain.
I’ve learned to endure life’s pain.
I’ve walked miles in my own lane.
I’ve walked alone in my own brain.
The path I chose has one red rose.
The rose can only be picked by me.
I’ve felt some highs to find my lows
I swam upstream. I fought the breeze.
I’ve stayed when I was told to leave.
I’ve gone against the grain to be free.