Little Light There is this little light within, Her name is Hope,And I know that as long as I can feel her there,Just beneath my skin,Sending her waves within the labyrinth of my mind, She is snugly at peace within my heart, And I have a chance.

The Root Dear one,It is totally conceivable to accept something Yet still feel unable to ever recover from itFor acceptance, my love, is simply the flower,Like a ray of hope through the hazy rain,But the root that it sprouted from,And the stem it grows upon, still remain

Truth's Virtue- Poem Excerpt: Truth, in all her virtue, Will be your sunrise, your sunset,Your morning breeze and your bedtime nest,She will want a home in your heart, Guiding your wayAs a star that pounces from the heavens,Chasing cheating ghosts away, She will be the fruitful soil, from which a sincere and striking beauty will spring free,With sagely roots to ground her as the mightiest tree.

(Excerpt from) Everlasting: You can't touch hopeBut you can feel herThrough the breath of angelsAnd in the faces of those with hope etched in their eyesThe ones that give you something to believe in once moreRemember to cherish hope’s rays and her warmthAs she rises through the fireAs a phoenix reborn For hope springs eternalLike the shape of the rising sunAnd the pools of cascading gold From heavens-highAs a new dawn wakes to come

This is the thing with any painful circumstanceWe keep trying to be the person we were before it,Denying that painful experience,But all this does is stunt the person we are growing into. Hurtful events always transform us in some way. A far stronger, compassionate being is born from every bladeThat cut to our heart… this is what we gain when we accept our pain. We regenerate with a brighter inner flameAs we seek our light through the shadows.

RescueI took my heart back. Beacuse no one could treasure it in the way they should have.

Porcelain Heart I have grown into meI have become And I have swapped my pain for compassion My hurt for healing And my wounds for wisdom So I thank you To all those that demolished who I was So I could finally become And find the strongest parts of me Breaking the shellFrom the weaknesses of all those so cocooned in their unease

Single parenthood:Where you bite every bulletSuck up spells of pouring rain And wake with open woundsStill dripping with the liquid of yesterday's pain The objective being to simply get up, withstand, endure Fight an inch harder, love a little moreAnd draw a smile on your faceTie a ribbon of calm around your racing heartFor the one(s) that you so beautifully adore