Perhaps the first
Was the open sky
Infecting above the carpeted ground.
Books astray in an old wicker basket,
Just enough room for a girl to climb in.
Crayons drawing, thoughts wild; just
imagine at your fingertips
Quicken the taunt
That was the painful play.
He’d pluck at ponytails,
Harp on flaws,
But idols crafted in gold
Grow larger after each disappointment.
Deserted to keep pleasing, always inspiring,
To be justly, simply, exactly
Relish the time,
Where the universe hums
In perfect tranquility:
Before the turbulence,
When words are silent, but not unheard.
When will we be judged as equals?
When eating lunch together, playing soccer
Laughing ‘til our cheeks and stomachs hurt,
Why did you call for its banishment?
Straighten up now,
Only perfection is tolerated.
Park those tires straight,
That’s an order.
Be organized. Remember.
Stop fidgeting. Think.
Listen to the words sputtering from my
Let me scream to calm these waters,
Let me hurt you to regain my own breath.
Lying scattered among the discarded, the
used, and the fallen.
Because families always love,
That’s the bloody obligation
Turn the cheek,
Another year passes.
A home now vacant discards the fear.
Filling its bosom with music that could
You deaf at first inhale.
When I sing, there is a hollowed echo,
A dance with solely shadows,
But the air is finally clean.
But perhaps what they say is true,
Home is where the heart is.
But you have to survive every beat, stroke,
To truly appreciate