POETRY
To Feel
The stirrings in my stomach,
in my chest, and in my head
I don’t think they like me
and it’s because I ignore them.
I pick my class favorites
then shove the rest under my bed.
Hidden where they can’t find me
but I can still hear them.
My students are running wild.
No control
or maybe too much
Do I know where they belong?
They always come back for me
to teach me that they can’t be forgotten
They deserve the right to live,
and I deserve the right to feel.
Growth
Growth is not about getting to the highest pedestal
It’s not about becoming that impossible thing
Growth is what you already have
It's what's there inside you now
How you got there
Not how much further you have to go
Growth is the potential you see for yourself
But it’s not some perceived notion from the masses
Growth isn’t about reaching
It’s about releasing
The tension built from the start
Can now ease back from your mind
Growth has taken place
And it cannot be returned
I See You
Everyday
I fall in love
from scratch.
Then I see
the big yard
and yellow house.
Flower Woman.
I am like the plants.
Grounded by my roots,
I sink into the soil.
I stretch my arms out,
For the rain to give me life.
And I can feel the sun rays,
Lifting my spirits higher.
I come to bloom.
The bees take my pollen,
I let them.
My pedals show my colors,
So soft and fragile.
I seek someone passing by,
Hoping they pick me.
I become the earth.