A Dream

We all have dreams.
We all have hope.
I believe they are one in the same.
I hope, I dream.
I can see my dream as clear as day.
I can feel my hope more solid than wood.
I have a hope.
I have a dream.

Poverty

Poverty. Poverty at its cruelest. When you watch a little girl eat dirt from a cup. When you see little boys without any clothes. When a mother thanks you over and over for a dress for her baby. When you make a child's day by giving them a sip of water. When a village is made from sticks. When you're considered lucky to have a pair of shoes. When everyone lines up for a bag of rice. WHen you cry as you drive away, knowing what you get to go home to. Knowing they're still there. Yes I've seen poverty. I've seen poverty at its cruelest.


Haiti '12

Change

Change happens.

Life has a way of making it.

There are harsh ways of it happening.

But also gentle.

Though that is rare.

Life gives us cruel wake up calls.

Like when you see a child that hasn't eaten in weeks.

It changes you.

It changes your heart.

It changes how you see the world.

When life changes you you're never the same again.

You come out stronger.

Wiser.

The way you think changes.

The way you feel.

Change happens.

Change happened.

Why do you write?

Has your mind ever felt like a beehive?
Where thoughts around zooming around in your head?
I believe everyone has.
Everyone has different ways of dealing with their 'bees' but mine is this:
Give me a pen.
Give me some paper.
Somewhere between the two lies peace and serenity.
There is my sanctuary.
When the words rush out onto the paper they tell me things I didn't even know.
I learn things and I find things I already knew.
When life doesn't make sense I will go to my sanctuary.
There I find the truth.
When I'm heartbroken or happy or even just bored all I need is a pen and paper.
I believe I have answered your question.
What was again?
"Why do you write"?

Small Town

Small town.
Where everyone knows everyone.
Where the night sky is covered with stars.
Where you can't help but think.
Where you need to be careful for deer.
Where it's easy to have life figured out.
Where crickets are the loudest thing at night.
Where birds wake you up in the morning.
Where time stands still.
Where the best way to complement someone is on their cooking.
Where perfect strangers knew your grandma's old boyfriend.
Where whatever life is waiting for you back home makes perfect since.
In a small town.

Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time.
Those words catch our attention.
They tell us we are getting ready to hear something magical.
Something exciting.
Something romantic.
Something that we will carry with us the rest of our lives.
We'll get to hear about a beautiful princess,
An evil witch,
A charming prince,
And most of all a happy ending.
So here it goes.
Once upon a time...
There was a simple girl who fell deeply in love with a simple boy.
And they lived happily ever after.

Caught Off Guard

I glance your way when suddenly I'm caught off guard
 by the emotions that swell up inside me.
By the thoughts that run through my mind.
By the memories from years ago that now seem like only yesterday.
My friends have always questioned my interest in you and to be honest so have I.
Because before I had never noticed your smile.
Now it weakens my knees.
I had never noticed how your eyes shine like gold.
Now they melt my heart.
I keep having to stop my thoughts in their tracks
 and remind myself that you love her.
Everyone sees you with her and I know you don't think of me.
I know you are oblivious to the fact that I can't help but stare at you.
You don't even know how I think about you every minute of every day.
That I can see our whole life together.
That I can see myself falling madly in love with you.
You don't know how I dream of holding you hand in mine
 and gazing into your eyes for hours.
You have no idea how you have caught me off guard.