8.21.2010

shells

she collects shells
for their colors
rich texture
and the stories they tell

i collect words
for many of the same reasons

raw

spent
exhausted
mind worn raw
a dry desert suddenly aware
of thirst
hunger
and the need to feel

8.07.2010

hope

the darkness over head
isn't always a night sky
and the weight I bear
isn't always my own
the arms that lift me up
aren't always mine
but the sun that rises with each tomorrow
is forever my hope

8.01.2010

deep

reminding myself to take deep breaths
and saturate my senses
eliminating shallow moments
in an abundant world