This Too Shall Pass
This week I am a hurricane, a tempest, a storm,
The winds inside and the warmth of the oceans a death spiral,
A battle nobody can win, tied to the arches of a temple, blinded and strong enough to consume.
The rains come and fall on my broken heart, and I feel the willows of my veins sway and take the thunder.
This too, shall pass.
tonight i am not scared to grow up
for a long time,
i was afraid to grow up.
that just as the grass and the sunflowers and the cattails grow,
strong and tall and beautiful
So do I.
Life is a box of tissues.
Tulips are here,
And the sun sets on Myrtle Avenue.
Cherry blossoms line the walks of the botanical garden.
This time, I see the flowers that bloom in adversity,
A Tree Grows
A tree grows in Brooklyn.
It’s a book I never read,
But the strong twist of branches,
Higher than my windowsill,
Stands guard at my fire escape.
I love to watch the lights go on and off,
In the windows across the way.
A tree grows.
Swaying in the early fall,
You reach out your petals to me.
You work to fix things,
to turn the soil back into home.
Sway with me, stay with me, help me.
Grow strong and tall and beautiful.