Candle

The world is dark,

dark as night,

in her hand a candle, 

a match for which to light.

If she strikes it,

they will come,

howling, screaming, clawing.

But, if she doesn't,

lost could be their souls.

"Give me strength,

give me armor,

my hand is poised in ready.

When fear is threatening,

I turn to you,

you who will protect me."

Her heart was free as the birds of sky

Her feet as sure as deer

She danced the dance of waving grass

The time to live was here

She would not waste as some had done

She would not live in fear

Though this life can end too soon

Don't live as if death is near

Elements

down in the deepest depths of the earth

sits a cave filled with jewels of worth

one gives life to the blazing sun

another helps the rivers run

the next allows the plants to grow

the last breathes life to all we know

fire, water, earth and air

descend beneath if you dare

for more than likely you will fail

not one has lived to tell the tale

what is this guardian force

elements four through veins do course

the protector is both fierce and brave

letting no mortal into the element cave

Life and Death

             

 When a person is born, two wolves are born as well. A white wolf and a black wolf. They both reside in the individuals heart.
               The black wolf is full of anger, stress, depression and disappointment.
               The white wolf if full of kindness, tranquility, hope and expectations.
               In all people the black wolf is naturally stronger. It feeds off of our environment and poisons our thoughts.
              We must be consistent in feeding the white wolf even though it is a constant struggle.

The wolf you feed is the wolf that wins.

Hospital Bed

White lights have become my stars

Sheets the rolling hills

The two bedposts are strong oaks

And the whirring AC the wind

The window is there

Yet amounts to nothing

Just a view of grey rooftops

Grey, grey, grey

I've always been good at fantasy

But sometimes reality is just there

Cold, dark and ominous

Yet warm and bright as well

I must live for the days in the sun

The birds and the wind

The starry nights 

The fresh air

The good times

Some things are too good to miss.

Moon Light Path

softened footsteps linger still

from wanderers long ago

star white lilies line the way

shivering in the wind they glow

an eerie silence fills the air

as shadows come and go

moon light path, a sacred place

peaceful, dark and cold

Caterpillar Girl

The girl was soft and gentle

Knew not how to harm

She lived inside a world

With not a single charm

Her one and only friend

Was a little leaf boy

He fed her the feeling love

He was her world and joy

The winds grew cold and mean

And leaf boy went away

Broke the poor girl’s heart

By choosing not to stay

Joy that turned to pain

Resided in her heart

She curled into a little ball

Her heart was torn apart

A woven wall built its way

Around her pained form

Casting her in stone

Safe from any storm

As she thought about her past

The pain wore into ache

Innocence to maturity

Forgiveness still to make

When the sun came up

The wall then melt away

A stronger version came to stand

And standing she would stay

In surprise she looked aback

Wings now graced her form

From them spread much joy

And mended heart past torn

A sweet flower of a man

Introduced himself to her

Loved her for who she was

Introduced her to the world

Storm

She laughs in the face of tribulation

Scoffs at the raging storm

She stands proud, her head held high

Securely held on the solid rock

She will not waver at the winds of time

Sink in doubt's dark waves

She is guarded by the King of kings

Shouting loud his victory cry

She is battered, bruised and beaten but

Stands ready for the judgement day