The Great Reversal


Gravity snowed your shoulders cold,

bent your burdened frame,

watched while troubles multiplied,

whispered words of shame;

Ascension climbed on trouble’s back,

chose the way of love –

soared above the blizzard where

forgiveness reigns above.


For What She’s Worth



Fallen, but not discarded.

Her value lies not in her

ability to contain

her chaos within set seams,

clutch remnants when brute tidal

waves beat against her dormers,

but in her audacity

to bloom down in the trenches.


Nip It In the Bud



Don’t give the wind

the satisfaction

of ruffling your

feathers or bending

you out of shape;

nip it in the bud,

and bloom.