Hurt

I lay there looking at the bright blue summer sky
Holding my knee to my chest feeling the stinging pain of the cut on my thigh
Tears streaking down my face visible to the human eye
My tears making rivers on my face as the liquid cleared the dirt on my face
“Momma, Momma!” I cried
With no reply I looked at my bike and kicked it
Throwing a tantrum and thrashing around and sobbing.
I hear footsteps on the warm concrete that I laid on
Looking up and seeing my worried faced mom
She picked me up and I laid my head on her comfortable chest
Felling sanctuary and feeling my pain slip away
She sits me down and rushes to the car
And brings back some peroxide and a Band-Aid
She knows I didn’t like the stingy foam of the peroxide
She changed to her ever loving and calming tone of voice
And sang to me “This Little Light of Mine” as she caressed my face
Before I knew it the Band-Aid was on
The wound had healed and at the park I played on. 

Moment Poem

The lights sparkled on the water

As the reflection of the moon rose over the tide

The crash of the waves becoming an inaudible background noise

As the transition from dusk to night is completed

The waves creep slowly up the beach

Like a serpent stalking its pray

The beach is eerily quiet

The gulls have all nested for the night to regain strength

from their daily skirmish for food

knowing that tomorrow it shall resume

the only sound is the waves

rolling in and out hypnotizing

peaceful like the shallow breaths of a sleeping earth.

Weddings and Monarchs

An unexpected place in Grand Junction Colorado,
My father's friend's backyard.
The afternoon sun stretches across the grass
and we pray that it will hold.
Unyielding fears of ironic rain
spilling forth on outdoor wedding days.
Smoothing out the fabric of my dress,
my family groups around,
congregating by the sliding door till music begins.
The soft melody floats in the air
carried by the wind, our only cue.
The butterflies of nerves flutter
and the line of family starts the steps.
I grip my brother's arm and wait,
feet beginning to ache in my heels.
I gaze with anticipation,
my eyes catching the lights from both
camera and sun.
Smile, breath, fifty faces looking at me.
I clutch the small box in hand and walk to the beat,
not too fast nor too slow.
Winds caress my skin, grapple at my dress.
The arch, elegantly beautiful,
is closer with each step.
Almost there.
I smile wide till my face is split,
and I want to laugh and cry.
The ceremony, lines of sisters, daughters,
brothers, and sons.
All trapped in the Sun's golden warm embrace.
We listen, we wait, holding delicate lives.
And on those final words, I do's and kisses,
we release the lives we held
and the flutter of Monarch wings are heard;
Brushing your ears in a silent thank you.
I stare and wonder,
would I ever know the freedom of a butterfly?

Inside her mind

a girl left alone
inside her mind
in a noisy school
with even nosier monsters in her head
 that make her feel totally uncool
wishing to see the inspiration
to set her monsters free

going through day by day

wishing to brake way
from their glare
at what she thinks is her oily hair
but really is her smart ways
for what she does not know
that day by day
is the girls that make fun of her
and call her names
that cause her such great shame
are really just the monsters
dancing in her head

because of them she can not see

the beauty in her
that her family and friends swear they see
her monsters dance in her head
stinging that venom that wont let her be
make her wish to see
the inspiration
that will finally set the monsters
in her mind free

Glittering Lights

Glittering lights danced happily on her skin,
Her dress painted the color of the sky,
So hypnotic as it brushed the dance floor,
She could smell his smooth, rustic, cologne,
A lone tear escaped her hopeful eyes,
Wondering “Will he ever want me?”
“Will it ever be my turn?”
He was her best friend,
And boyfriend to a stunning girl,
yet she had always loved him.
This once simple dance,
She felt would be their last.
Yet he unglued her from the shadows,
Rested his hand at the small of her back,
And pulled her close.
Would they ever be this close again?
Warm breath tickled  her ear,
And a whisper meant only for her crept in,
“I’ve always loved you.”
“It’s only you.”

Problems

Everyone has problems
There is no denying that
Some big and some small
But problems are troubles to us all
It may be a young child who has lost some one they dearly loved
Unable to cope with the fact that they are above
Or a man who has lost everything except himself
Trying and trying to rebuild what once was his wealth
Or a person who simply has stress
For an up and coming math test
No matter the size may it be big or small
It is our loved ones who will help us all.

Moonlit Mirror

I stand

The moonlit mirror. 
Has me glaring,
straight into my own eyes.
The windows to the soul.

I cant help but to look,

the idea of watching my own life play out from the beginning
is so luscious 
it grabs at me.

I hastily step into the moonlit mirror

I am enveloped by the shadow of my past,
they pull me in deeper, to the abyss of my memories.

I turn to run, 

but i find myself, 
face to face.
with a moonlit mirror.