Opening myself to the sky
The ones who worship the sun, moon and stars, name their children after trees, who've been conquered and been conquerors, who sang their way to freedom.
No matter how gray it is on Earth above the clouds it is always blue
I am endlessly grateful for picking the painful path. Art feeds my body and soul and blisters are now part of my skin
Life will give you choices paths and roads and stories like a bicycle you must keep moving otherwise you'll crash
don't fight your beautiful mind or shame your perfect body come home to yourself you are your only home
and everything I once looked at with awe will become common and ordinary. Until I return to my home town and everything looks smaller and far more beautiful.
through shaking and doubt I will always balance my roots are strong in the ground even though I sway.
Tomorrow I graduate. and as I walk that stage I will leave behind a piece of me. a feeling of leaving summer camp of hugging all my friends goodbye and crying in the car thinking of all the beautiful times left behind me but I'll be glad to be back in my bed. I've had a… Continue reading A little graduation poem