Gazing past you
Seeking solace in the wint’ry blue, that I might not be forced to look at you
Teacher
Distractor
Attempted diminisher
Before your tutelage of me, recall
Blank pages you were
Poor and lonely were you
Now, you’ve your green
What I was born with, you have stolen and will die with, you pray
But, we know what we know
As does God


These aches
These pains
These days
I promise
I won’t
I don’t
My mind
My body
My thoughts
Remain mine
Remain His
Remain forever
I’ve been taught to grow
My bright green, giv’n blessing to
You’ll want my number
walking Through trouble
I learn how Troubleshooter
is my middle name
See this engine revved
As I write my own love song
See this Checkered Flag
Certain I’ve survived
Certain I’ve found my red shoes
Certain I’ve rocked you
I mean what I say
When I tell the too-much girl
How she is enough
My heartpath must choose
Bow, listen and listen, bow
If I will be healed
Craft Art Credit:
“Wood Sun Who is Too Cool”
Nicole Durand, Wisconsin
I have been wished for
Time will see that I’m fought for
Cherished and cared for
It was love back then
The Genesis of all this
He saw me from dust
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