From Defeat

From a place of respect
From defeat

Not yet ready for the early morning lack
The streets still littered with the chaos that ensued
I close the door

From the other side
I ask, To Whom can I turn

He tells me Yes, and shepherds me to sunlight

The Way Of It

With the compressed exuberance of a schoolroom full of children penned
Spilled then to the play yard uncontained 
There bravely apart will always stand
The One boy

On the outside looking in 
With a sing-song strong voice no one will hear
Quick to smile eyes that yet catch no gaze 
An uncommon courage the only company, she stands back, knowing her place