she
tries to stay calm thinking
of peaceful waves or
butterflies on a summer day yet
still her stomach ties in
knots when sensing omens coming
her way she
hopes one day she will only
see the glass half full instead of half empty
our
eyes on the Ides
of March but
no wind blowing as
Winter takes her
final bow Spring
is waiting behind
the curtain to
take center stage under
April rains
they
were swift to close our mouths fearful
of what we may say they
were quick to color our stories in
different shades to look pretty we
will not go quietly or dull our lights we
will shout our names loudly into the sky
we
stand upon the edge overlooking
paradise green and
cerulean skies one
wrong step and we
all fall down into abyss yet
we stand here willing to
take the risk