It's all up to me, every day, every moment.

Controlling emotions, or letting them flow in

and out. The poems of unheard

philosophers and photographers.

Capturing life with their words, crafting frames without needing names.

Unidentified flying thoughts and feelings

become recognized as parts of healing.
 

It's all up to me, to take this peelings

from the onion -- to cease tearing

and light up the dungeons.

Light up the world, light up the page.

From despair to clarity, we're called to the stage.

Bring on the waves, let the ebb and flow

guide words, and know

that it's all up to us.