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
I
know I should let it go that
holding onto this will only
hurt me in the end why
is it so difficult to open
my hand and let it fall
freely away? perhaps
I still have hope when
I should just let go
we
have more to say yet
our voices get lost in
the strong winds we
have more to do yet
our feet drag along not
getting anywhere we
have more to see yet
our eyes grow heavy missing
the view we
have more time we believe yet the clock