made to do

each day
no matter what
life has brought

I choose to believe
my heart unclenches
just a little bit more
getting closer to
that infinite space

where I can love
as soft as the loyal pink
that lines dawn’s sky
made new every morning

and as free as the birds
who joyfully fly and sing
for no other reason than
that’s what birds
are made to do

this is my earnest wish
and sweet hope
for myself,

to love
as soft as the pink
and as free as the birds
for that’s what hearts
are made to do


thirsty ground

self love isn’t selfish

for when we entreat
with ourselves with
exquisite tenderness
and learn to love ourselves
with abiding affection

we become gentler
softer, kinder
more accepting of
our nuanced shades
more embracing of
our myriad parts

the compassion we
come to know inside
can’t help but change
who we are outside
so everything we touch
becomes gentler
softer, kinder

and then we get to become
these beautiful, walking
canvases of grace
whose love spills out
upon the thirsty ground
wherever we may go



you will always need
to descend
before you can
letting yourself
spiral down
into the fiery depths
when life calls you there

looking through
the flames in search
of that which you can
bring to the surface,
for that piece of carbon
which withstood the
heated blast changing
into something else
all together

because deep down here
in the darkest depths
is where life’s shrapnel
obliterates all but the
strongest of stuff

and so we must go
if we wish to find
the treasured place
where our diamonds
are formed