In the morning my window shows the
Unruptured sunrise outlining the borders of the sky.
My skin tickles awake with sprinkles of the suns kisses, my body stretches reaching for more warmth.
I thought I died in the darkness but I gave it away and forgiveness gave light to the moon.
each day I lay under the sun and under the moon hoping peace is a balance of the earths core elements.
And wonder isn’t a test but awe of what was created in each day with many souls healing together and separated.
A war in oneself is a war in the world, and I will not control the people.
I will simply be with the people and together we shall learn the art of an apology and the art of moving through time.
I choose to believe galaxies and gods were not created to be tested, they were created to protect their own.
And every little mistake, every little relationship, every fault line is history that’s waiting to be written, seen, touched or heard.
It’s reason enough to keep me here hoping that I’ll do something small enough to touch a soul when mine always felt devoid of color.
I’ll color anything outside of the lines if it means understanding how sorrows and joys are the path to witnessing a shooting star.
Written July 2022