Life is what you find,
Between the scripted lines.
Sometimes the rhythm of life is bumpy,
But I’d like to feel it’s kiss.
I couldn’t breathe this morning.
A part of me is still so crushed.
So I went and got lost in the world,
Putting my time into life.
To keep growing higher and stronger.
A tree doesn’t mourn a dead branch.
It focuses on its flowers,
And leaves to catch the light.
I remember the boy who never smiled.
I wonder where he is now,
And if he ever knew,
What he taught me about life.
So many goodbye notes written,
And never sent.
One of the crafty hens had hidden her eggs in the barn. I found a tiny chick this morning.
Even though it was snowing, this tiny spark of life is hope of spring.
Walk amongst the forgotten,
Listen carefully to the stories,
The trees whisper.
Read names out loud,
So they know they’re not invisible.
To live this life.
Tuck a flower behind your ear,
And follow the breadcrumbs life leaves.
I write you into words,
So time can’t steal you from me.