Rebuilding
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it is
okay to cry
to feel
sadness
it is
okay to stop
and take a
deep breath
and restart
it is okay to be sad
to want to
give up
it is not
okay to
I am that tree you see over there.
No not the beautiful one with deep intertwining roots
But the one just behind that.
I have scores and gouges throughout my bark
From the angle in which you see me I look full of life
She never knew what I was doing
Cuz I was rebuilding the city
Rebuilding the city
Taking everything with me
Rebuilding the city
now another man got ya
And the thangs that I got
A Voice,
Barely a whisper,
But load enough to be heard.
A light,
Barely a flicker,
But bright enough to be seen.
A shimmer of hope,
A flicker of joy,
A glimmer of love.
Insipred by the 2012 Waldo Canyon and 2013 Black Forest fires in Colorado Springs, Colorado.
Rain, Rain
Some say you're pain.
You can destroy a community
to which there is no immunity.
I saw,
I saw only black in my future.
I felt,
I felt my purpose disappear.
I heard,
I heard my father cry.
Cry in the way where no son should hear.
I see,
I see my mothers eyes,
Once upon a time, I lost myself. I lost the sun.
I lost the colors, the world, my smile. I lost the moon.
I lost the stars, the light, my laughter. I lost the sky.
I lost the clouds, the blue, my being. I lost my breath.
A black hole spit out my kind of light
I’m on the road when I finally come to life
Hit the gas, head for the city to feel tonight
Things that were so large now seem like nothing at all
When residents leave their shelters they can't help but fall
Material possessions that used to mean so much
Now they just need a loving touch.
