"“Let me dream outside of gravity

Somewhere that failure is a foreign word

Outside of a world where sidewalk chalk kingdoms

disintegrate and roll away

Let me hide in my imagination-where paper mache

does not wilt in the rain”

“If you have been given a plate full of injustice,

use it to grow empathy”

“The rain taps on my window like a shy visitor

With groceries and fresh flowers”

“Is there a word for one step further than fear?

When fear breaks through the walls

A machete swinging

While you sit glazed over in the rubble”

“I’ve collected my tears today

and given each of them a name”

“It's strange and extraordinary

To stand here looking over the waterfall

Closer to the end sooner than I expected

Feeling the threat of death spray my face”

“There is a single firefly

flashing in the field tonight

Blinking slow and steady,

watching for an answer back”

“Bullet holes and bruises And some kind of story

Some kind of miracle

Some kind of bird that sang through the night”

“The trees are sleeping, no kindling to be gathered

All we have is what we have built when the days were long

And they have shortened their answer

To only an exhale”

“If my spirit could make a sound

It would crumble freeway bridges

It would shake the clouds so violently

That they would forget how to be clouds

Just like l've forgotten what it feels like To be whole”