kind of running: a poem

kind of running: a poem

Plant: A Poem


There is something in my heart

That hurts

And won’t leave


What began as an ache

Easy to ignore

Begins to beat with my pulse

Stronger with each breath


And it feels like my heart is a drum

A rap a riot a tattoo a fistfight

A blade with nothing to sink into


Oh heart oh heart

Your pain is not to be ignored

Do not bury it away



Oh heart

Take your ribcage full of hurt

And plant it in the soft soil


And oh heart I see the bruise where you beat


But have one breath of patience

And the pain

Oh the pain you planted

Has been held long enough

In handfuls of good earth


And oh

Oh my heart



You have been hiding all along

In a field of flowers

And here oh heart

It does not hurt

Plant: A Poem

Mother: A Poem

She is the meaning of strong.

My mold, my maker —

And yet she does not make me her.

Forged of her fire,

I wear her eyes filled with flowers and flame;

I stand on the opposite side of her coin.

We differ, are our own;

See same sights in unlike hues,

Our differing views,

But still — the stuff of our hearts is the same.

Mother: A Poem

Look Up: A Poem

Look Up

Now is the time for symphonies,
For sounds so complete in beauty and light
That tears and prayers can be heard in one note.

Sing until your voice breaks, and keep singing,
Even when it hurts and no one likes your words.

Because you are important, and so am I,
And our voices are like violins,
Like novels, drums, and birds,
Let us fill the air with stereophonic love.

Let us make the world safer than it is now,
And let us do so with peace.

Because we are the makers and the stars are our audience,
Blinking down on us and sending love notes in the night,
And the moon, like a mother,
Sends out light in the dark so we can continue to write,
To paint our dreams on the sidewalks and our sleeves.

Because now is the time for painting.
Use the brightest shades and as many colors as you can create,
Soft and wild brushstrokes, wide sweeps of your hands
Across surfaces that once were blank, were empty.

Paint flowers on your face and smile until the sun comes back.

And look up. Remember that the stars are with us.
Look forward. Even in the night there is the moon.
And start building. Use what you have.
Use love, use peace.

Sketch the future on scrap paper,
Outline the architecture of the next generation
Where there will be no hatred,
No borders,
No ceiling.



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Look Up: A Poem

Promise: A Poem

Saturday, September 10, 2016 is World Suicide Prevention Day.
If you are struggling with depression, this is for you.
Be kind to yourself. Talk to someone. Stay alive.
And if you need help right now, text START to 741-741, the Crisis Text Line.


I see you standing there.
You’re by yourself, head bowed
As though the world is tied to your shoulders,
And maybe it is.

You think you’re on your own,
But I promise I’m here.
You are not alone.

You are so close to the cliff’s edge,
And you wonder if anyone would care,
If anyone would even notice?
I promise I would, and my heart would break
Into so many pieces that they could not be counted.

Please take one step back,
And breathe.
Breathe the fresh air into your lungs,
That is the feeling of life.

You are living.

Take another step back,
It’s okay, I promise, can’t you feel your heart beating?
That is life, and so are you.

You are not alone, I’m here,
Take my hand and hold on as tightly as you can,
Don’t worry if you break my fingers, I don’t care.

Just please hold on.

Your bowed shoulders are shaking,
The weight more than you can bear,
So give me half the burden, I don’t mind.

You want to go back to the edge,
But I refuse to let you go.

Please don’t go.

You think that your crying will shake me away,
But it won’t.
You can cry all you want, I don’t mind,
I’ll cry with you.
And you can wipe your eyes on my shirt when you’re done.

You keep looking back over your shoulder,
The edge is still there, it is clawing at you.
I’ll stand between you and the darkness,
I’ll beat it back with a stick, with my bare hands,
I’ll catch you by your ankles if you fall,
And I will pull you back.

You are life.
You are life.
You are life.

I know you are scared, and you want to leave,
But please, please stay.

I know it’s hard, and it hurts,
But please don’t go.
I see you, I am here,
I’ll hold your hand, I promise.

You are not alone.



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Promise: A Poem