Wonder is the deepest magical experience possible. - gws
Wonder
Tag: poetry
Her Footprint
It's big work to fill her shoes. Though her shoes may be small, her footprint is GIANT. - gws
The Baker and the Bee #2
The Baker and the Bee While tasting some brie Decided that they wanted to host a party They invited the quail And the swan who was pale And the pup with the happy tail They hung a banner with glee Upon the honey tree And shared all their sweets for free -gws
What do you do?
What do you do when you're bone-weary When your soul is exhausted and all you want to do is cry What do you do when you reflect on where you are And you just can't quite understand how the hell you got there What do you do when no choice seems like a good one When all your efforts feel like they still end in defeat What do you do when you feel like it's time to give up But you're sure your gut is still saying, "just a little longer" What do you do when you don't think you have more to give When you don't think you have it in you to keep finding a path through What do you do when all you know is fight But all you want is peace What do you do when you don't know what to do -gws
Trauma Everywhere
Too many school shootings Too many mass shootings Targeted racial violence Police brutality Poisoned water supplies Threatened reproductive autonomy Diminishing voting rights Suicides Pandemic illness, isolation, and death Natural disasters Climate change Ever broadening wealth gap Online bullying Ridiculous social standards spread on social media Mental health crisis Increasing racism Food insecurity Increasing addictions Decreasing compassion... Apathy looming over it all -gws
Who I Want to Be
I want a closet full of ball gowns that I wear to the grocery store I want a shelf full of outlandish hats that I wear to walk the dog I want a drawer full of adorable fandom socks that I wear with bedazzled sneakers I want a collection of cloaks, coats, and sweaters handmade from mismatched scraps of fabric and yarn that create random, joyous patterns I want to dance on curbs and twirl in open spaces I want to speak random bits of spontaneous verse in the park I want to compliment the charismatic child and the quietest person at the party so they know they are seen I want to be the joyous crone who says sage things and knows that life shouldn’t be taken so seriously I want to be unequivocally, undeniably me -gws
The Castaway
He washed up on my shores Broken and ravaged I offered water and bread I offered a place at my fire He attended with gratitude And we became friends But the dark water festered Shadowing his eyes Corrupting his heart And no love or attendance from me could cure him He had to cure himself I tended the fire and fed his body And held vigil while he fought for his soul -gws
Rancor
The hollow place where rot lives Where necrotic tissue festers Feverish and pestilent Slowly poisoning the soul Infecting every thought Corrupting hope Deforming relationships into twisted nightmares That only you can see through its distorted lens Leaving you rabid and snarling Snapping at everyone who gets too close Rageful and destructive Prompting you to strike out in all directions But you're only immolating yourself -gws
The Baker and the Bee
The baker and the bee Sat beneath the honey tree Sharing a cup of mint tea The breeze filled with wild herbs and Blossom smells, and the songs of birds As the two shared friendly words “Isn’t this lovely?” said the bee The baker was quick to agree “It is truly lovely, indeed.” - gws
Work in Progress
I am a work in progress I may be broken, and I can be mended I may be grieving, and I can feel joy I may be frightened, and I can be brave I am a radiant light carried by a vessel made of water and earth Though I make mistakes, I learn Though I resent, I release Though I judge, I reflect I am moldable, flexible, evolutionary In my capability to navigate change The me of yesterday informs the me of today And the me of today lays the ground for the me of tomorrow Grateful each day is a blank page Awaiting the narrative of my own creation Limited only by my own imagination -gws
