finally. 

we're doing it, 

we're really going places. 

I heard that you bought a plane ticket, 

so I bought a radio. 

I might take a bath with it. 

Over and over the words have been said

I'm fine

When the world is crashing

It's fine

Pushing through is the hardest thing to do

But it's fine

In the end I'm just going to get hurt again

But I'm fine

I fell asleep

I dreamt I had a canvas

And a palette with blobs of densely colored paint

I began painting on this canvas feverishly, feeding the canvas its food

My hand danced, stroke after stroke with a wisdom of technique I questioned possible

My brushes moved with a rhythm, too choreographed for coincidence

I was destined to paint a masterpiece

A voice, not audible, it was intuitive

Suggested I call the painting "earth"

I awoke after the last stroke of my brush was meticulously placed upon the canvas

And saw what I had created was no longer a dream, but a beautiful reality.

Somewhere

dead minds love, so

perfectly

embrace imprisoned; merely

being here.

forgot ( this sudden image cries)

plagued the bright orange glow

crowds the mornings crest below.

never stood to see myself, but

lost you in the words; the worlds.

who has not seen you

so; splendor?

dumb and dull, not

since i saw you last.

so truly forever, i might ask

what brought you forth? why

do you speak in soft warm hues?

long forgotten (as am

i) to exist

to perturb another soul.

© Megan

the only light

comes from her

silly shoes, blinking

pink, purple, blue

with every step

What have you lost in the wind?

Secrets told only alone

Or fears that scream out

Carried so far

What lies have you let go

Just to fly in the wind

Heartache and love

The words just fly on

Growing

And changing

And flying along

What have you lost to the wind?

Pains you hold tight

Just to keep others out

Let your secrets fly high

Up with the wind

The wind carries words

But not people or faces

So let your words fly

Fly out with the wind 

What words to say

What places to go

That just never come out

All waiting behind

For their moment to shine

But never quite do

How do you say it

As you hide them away

Secrets and stories 

You'll just never say

All lost to the world 

All hidden away

The world is upside down and inside out

and i cannot find the off switch.

Months ago, Facebook was filled with

your meals,

your family,

and your friends.

We watched children grow,

fabulous weddings,

and new skills learned.

We shared laughs of silly antics,

tears of those who passed on,

and we changed our futures.

The world is upside down and inside out

and i cannot find the rewind button.

The joyful childhood pictures

turned gruesome,

weddings looking more divorced,

and families torn apart

because of the man in the big white house.

The meals shared now cold and forgotten,

too busy feasting on anxiety and fear.

Our futures changed

unlike we planned,

too many lives

are passing on

before their time.

The skills we learned

of painting and singing

appear as posters and chants.

The silly antics we once laughed at

turned dark and foreboding

because of the man in the big white house.

The world is upside down and inside out

and i cannot make it stop.