THE COLOR OF YOU

Painted memories Beautiful pinks And soft blues Full of shadows Of bold darks Of gentle hues Blended regrets And mistakes And triumphs too Vivid landscapes Full of textures And dimensions The color of you

MY METAL BRAIN

I sit most of my day Looking at you I’m dependent on you The only person That cares about you You hold so much info I’d be totally lost Completely confused Up a muddy creek If anything happened To the intelligence You possess You hold the lock And I literally Hold the key

ALL THE STEPS

I saw a butterfly/moth on my bedroom window screen. It was beautiful. I’m glad for the day. For the steps I’ll take. For my daughter and for my person. For my family and friends. Recognizing the beauty in the day. That’s hard for some of us. It takes practice. Today I am finding beauty in…

THE ABSURDITY OF PERSPECTIVE

At the time it seemed I was stuck inside an hourglass Big chunks of stone Surrounded me on every side I could barely move And when I did… it took forever So much strength was needed And I felt so weak… so small But time kept sifting through And I kept climbing over Shifting landscapes…

NIGHT ORCHESTRA

The shadows dance On the brick wall Above me Like dark flames Licking At mortared lines The streets leap to life As car horns play tag With a million voices An orchestra of night Playing a new tune While I make a place To lay my weary head In this alleyway I’ve learned to call…

#BeReal -STEPHANIE MUSARRA

Please help me welcome Stephanie Musarra to #BeReal as she shares with us her experience with homelessness.  It is easy to make assumptions about someone who is homeless because let’s face it… many of us have never been there.  We tend to believe this is a problem we will never be faced with.  But I…

UNCLEAR

So many of us have an unclear perspective of ourselves.  We can’t see what other people see.  Why?  Well… We all see things differently. For every 10 people who find me unattractive another 10 will find me average and yet another 10 will find me beautiful.  I think the trick is to practice selective listening.…