When you look at me what do you see? Do you see what I am or what I once was. Do you see who I am or do you just see cracks in the clay that make me up? Do you see a person in whole? Or just scratches and imperfections in your own welding; and perhaps those imperfections came from the welder.

Speak to yourself like a coach, not a victim like you’re teaching lightning how to remember its own name. Tell your legs to rise even if they’re shaking, because even earthquakes are just the earth deciding It’s done staying still.

Deep in the forest where the animals sleep The quiet is interrupted by a peep. One little frog playing away, Watching her babies, they hatched today!

these jokes are old and getting older my humor gets worse as I grow taller touching doorframes on my tiptoes slipping underwater in a summer stream

Carolina blue arrives before the sun fully wakes, resting itself over rooftops and telephone wires, over the slow hush of buses breathing at red lights, over students carrying entire worlds inside their backpacks.

Love me or hate me There’s no in between The look in your eyes Twinkles at the thought of my demise But have you ever thought about what that’d mean

The world is big And we are small But we can make changes