My world teeters
but I will not fall
I’m standing here
tall and proud
No matter what
life throws at me
I’m making my own path
with the stones
that I stumble on
Will not follow the crowd
My dreams could be
scattered by the wind
like pieces of a dandelion
But if I can touch a heart
with my words, if I can
make someone think
twice before they act,
then my work wasn’t in vain.
Although I cannot see
the rest of the way,
I keep going, always forward,
stepping strongly, raising dust.
Leaving my mark along the path
Always with my head up
never looking down
Getting up if I fall.
Sowing kindness and love
for if someday I have
to take a step back
I’ll never give up
Holding my dream tight,
It won’t matter if I
make my hands bleed
My writing is my voice
and it will remain
when I’m gone.
Life is a dance
At first simple steps
The movement minimal
Almost disconnected
To the music
The tempo lifts
As experience
In the ballroom
Demands more craft
More freedom
Yet more form
No one claims
To be the choreographer
But all demand
A certain rhythm
A certain conformity
To match others
On the floor
At times I feel lost
Out of step
Trying to find
The beat
Confused
By the melody
But no matter
How poorly I perform
I must keep going
Until
The music stops
We’ve made it through
a hard, uphill climb,
just to make another dime.
We do what we have to do,
putting up with hullabaloo,
just to make it to the top.
After we get there,
we never stop.