Jan 3

shifting through dusty memories
clouded by insecurity
wondering what you could be,
in, free from your sin
forgiven
by your kin

love from within

I recall the mantle and place myself there
tied like a chair, to the past
slipped in the sleeve of a vinyl record
plastic casing stained yellow ochre
by a smoker

I hope they don't choke her

the child soldier

the child run free from vulnerability
when will she see
she has always been free

to make her own choices

part of a team
those who scream

the truth

how else will you learn
earn
the respect of your youth