Patience for the Petulant- A Poem

What took me so long

Until I came around

With my head in the clouds

And my feet on the ground


And these days when I fix

My eyes upon us

I think back to when time

Seemed so unjust


How I wondered and wandered

And wrangled and worried

And now I know that

Life shouldn’t be hurried


My eyes were set downward

And I was called petulant

But change was a-comin’

Transformation was imminent


So I say and I think to myself

Why it took me

So long to see

This shift that has shook me


My heart and my hands,

From my top to my bottom

Just what I was needing,

Now I have gotten


Caving In (Poem)

My anger is
red around the

It grows outward, a
raw mess with a
beat of its own

My heart is
spiked and secure,
a shiny light
encased in leather

My eyes are
and my mind is

My hands are
phantoms, feeling
for hope

My lips already forgot

Most of me has
surrendured but

my soul

…… still