
Gold, yellow, red
A carpet of leaves
It crunched beneath their feet
As they played in the light of the golden afternoon
Cheeks rosey and hair wild
Autumn had come
-gws

Gold, yellow, red
A carpet of leaves
It crunched beneath their feet
As they played in the light of the golden afternoon
Cheeks rosey and hair wild
Autumn had come
-gws

It echoed of all the things that have caused me the deepest pain, and with nothing different or looking to be different, I think the final piece of shattered glass crashed to earth. -gws

I hope that when I One day Write my memoir I have learned How to be happy -gws

If I am too much Then let me be too much I am light and expansive And I will not be constrained By those who wish me to be small For like the wind I will not be caged -gws


Not enough resources
Not enough time
Not enough support
Not enough me
-gws


Do you earn medals for hurting me Because you treat it like an Olympic sport? Are my tears some cocktail that intoxicates your soul For I have cried oceans at your words and deeds? Is my pain the wood for your spiteful fire For it seems to always stoke your rage higher? When did the joy we shared turn to ash? When did that concentrated venom infuse into your words? When did you develop such resentment of me to turn your eyes to depth-less stone? -gws


Pulled out of time By the ratcheting click of steel Around thin and tender wrists Humanity removed Replaced by fear and shame -gws


We are all cosmic energy And dirt steeped in water Given form and life Through fire's spark And air's breath Walking an existence Flanked by destiny on one side Free will on the other Exploring the Tree of Life's branches Of infinite possibilities In a quest of being -gws


I cannot describe the powerful alchemy that occurs when I engage in deep conversation with someone I vibrate with It fills up the place where magic lives in my soul It is like rain in the desert It makes me whole -gws


You don't know me But you think you do I am the one who rides The one who looks out from the eyes with impartial curiosity I am here I am, also, not I am the third person perspective Existing in a first person world Standing in front of you But hiding in plain sight -gws