I Believe That We Will Win / In Anger and In Hope

be braver than you 
think you are until
you find your courage

let the anger fuel

your momentum and 

gift hope the space

in your bones.

Back Line

I want to apologize for

being broken, for 

breaking, for

how I can't tell you

what's wrong because

I know and I don't know

and the heaviness of

that knowledge is not 

for sharing, it's toxic.

It's toxic, like the way

life destroys everything

in its path, like did you

know we're all just 

slowly dying? Because

I do, and I did, and 

sometimes the pace

turns into a drumbeat

march step and I'm 

walking with my bike

but they can't keep up

and they fall farther

and farther

and farther

and farther 

behind and it kills me,

before destroying them, 

before lifting my burden

of knowledge, and weight.

Ignorance

Sometimes, sometimes,

I daydream about not 

being awake at all.

I just want to know.

I think about Death
more often than I care to admit. 

I wonder if it’s lonely to be

Love’s final kiss or

Happiness’ tragic end or

Sadness’s sheer, sweet relief. 

Death, I just want to know are 

a scythe and a pen all that

different? Sometimes it’s 

impossible to distinguish 

under blankets of whiteness 

suffocating joy, love, life 

because of it’s own ancestral 

spiritual desperation. 

I only think about Death on 

Tuesdays or maybe it’s 

Wednesdays, or it could be 

the weekend lingering on. 

But I don’t think about dying.

I think about violence.

I think about assault. 

I think about trauma and abuse,

But I don’t think about dying. 

I think about rebirth, returning.

I think about wise, weathered trees.

I think about purpose and meaning. 

And when I sleep, sometimes

I wonder what that could be

like, if there’s still hope left

over once nightmares are done 

playing themselves on repeat.

Death, I just want to know are

you extra careful with those

traveling your way without their

own consent? Do you greet them

with the flowers withheld, with

safety and support, do you 

treasure their humanity in ways

the sun, the moon never did?

I think about Death,

more often than I care to admit. 

Some days the allure of eternal

sleep is so rich, I taste it.

Know Justice, Know Peace

I am my childhood's

wildest dreams and my elder's

favorite story.