i hope there are days that the sun shines so brightly on your face that your eyes smile into a squint as the warm rays of light shower you with kisses only the april rain knows amounts of , so sweetly that you feel love from the universe itself

i hope there are nights so crisp that the cool air nips at your nose and you laugh as you watch your breath leave your mouth as it dances in the air in delight of you continuing to inhale and exhale

i hope there are mornings where you can feel the soft dew of last nights rain on the grass between your happy toes as your feet smile at the opportunity to be able to walk the grounds the earth has given you

i hope there are times where you can laugh so hard your hands jump to your stomach at the pure excitement of reassuring that it is joy you feel inside instead of pain

that when you’re alone you know that you have the whole world inside of you

and that when you’re in a crowd you know that the whole world embraces you

that when you’re sad and anchored underwater you know you will soon be pulled back up and set to sail again

and when you’re happy, floating up in down in the motions of joy that you know you don’t need to be pulled down from the clouds

that you remember your eyes thank you each day for being able to open and close no matter the outcome of their visions

and your heart is grateful to continue its drumming percussion no matter the love you feel you have received

that your hands would rather hold each other than nothing at all

and that every part of you has purpose and every purpose has a part for you

that every moment isn’t meant to be full of joy but to be lived fully no matter the means

so no matter the sadness

and no matter the worry

know that every thought has an end and every feeling has a beginning

so slowly as our earth rotates we will too and with it we will grow to know the love we are capable of and the strength that we have always had inside

the more I live the more and more I begin to see

that maybe we are the way we are because it’s meant to be

that maybe the the “faults” we were given aren’t faults at all

that you were meant to be short and I, tall

that maybe my hair was meant to be dirty blonde

and my face to have blemished skin

that my body was outlined just for me and not meant to be thin

that maybe the things we feel could be improved are just society whispering in our ear

and that the things that we are scared of are nothing to fear

that maybe the things we change are the things that inevitably make us ... us

that the things we already have are more than enough

that to change the colour of a strand of hair

or to change the style of the clothes we wear

should never change the outlook one has on another

that certain body shapes aren’t simply “made” for the summer

for the ones that truly value us should look at us from the inside out

and the ones who show us to be loved by oneself is the most important form of validation are what life is all about

A.D.D

A D anDelion

Her mind constantly drifting

Seeding in new locations with no vocation

Constantly being uprooted

To be despised when she blossomed

Yet disrupted when she was in transition

The wind an alias

Her partner in crime

Aiding and abetting as she created a quiet disruption

They tried to contain her

But the more they pulled and pushed the more she refused to comply

Seeding her frustrations every which way in an attempt to distribute herself in alternate forms

the chemicals

Attempts to infuse her roots

The drugs a pesticide to her very being

Categorized

A flower to none

A weed to many

As if the world was sleeping

The cars moved

We did not

The stock was spent

But not bought

As the days came and went

They never really passed

Bodies like windows, inside, glassed

snow globed into their homes

Motionless gnomes

An imminent to a transient

“flatten the curve” a needed tangent

As the rain pours down I stick my hands out and let it touch me

Oh how I have forgotten what it felt like to be kissed by something so pure

As I look up the water drips down my face and collects on my chin

As it runs its gentle fingers through my hair I feel a sense of distant love

A cool sweet sent of fleeting comfort

Constantly relapsing in an internal circle of wants and needs

A new catch a new feel

Heeds to only last until the end of the reel

Then it seems to break at the same length every time

From wane to whine

A new man a new snake

Another heart for another break

An acceptable circumstance

the funeral of the wake

And again and again

From wane to whine

Another catch

another time