Nature of Life

When tears,
Unchecked,
Rain heavy
On your heart
While winds of change
Howl mercilessly,
Whipping through,
Against battered soul,
Devastation in it’s wake.

Shattered
Doesn’t have to mean
Destroyed.
Pieces can be
Picked up,
Put together,
Creating something beautiful,
Renewed and stronger.

Roots spread deep
In the fertile soil
Of
Heartache, pain
Love, loss…
Feed your re-growth,
With lessons learned,
Empathy,
Kindness,
Generosity of spirit.

Become
Your own destiny,
Your salvation.

It occurred to me that although this month is National Poetry Month, I haven’t yet celebrated it with one of my own works. Part of it was that I was feeling heart broken. I realized that it was time to use the grief I was feeling over the loss of a friend and the worry over some family and friend health issues toward something more constructive.

So here’s my attempt to redirect the turmoil I’ve been feeling lately. Hope you guys like…

We also lost a childhood friend recently… A guy named David Lamb. He was an artist in his craft….music. He was part of a band called Brown Bird.

May you all feel the warmth of love, friendship, and self reliance. I hope you all see the beauty within yourselves that I see in you. May you reflect beauty and love on your own paths as you walk through life.