I Sang
Because I had no voice,
because I was taught that being supressed
was okay
that it didn’t matter
because I was not a bird
and I could never be
flying free
but a caged and petted version
of something other than Me,
like an object
that was maybe Good enough
and I SANG
in the shadows where no one heard,
where no one could see
to laugh at me,
just a wilted sparrow weak
flapping aimlessly against the hold
not knowing why I needed to fly
to hear the song of My Soul,
to let my voice be heard,
to BE.
I Sang
because I knew it mattered
if only to ME,
which was important enough
to let it go into the sky
as the words could fly so very high
unlike broken wings
that remained impassive
and sad
and stagnant in their growth
yet as I Sang,
the words growing louder
and so in turn I Became
that which I sang
and found the key
in the tiny spaces inside of me
waiting patiently
for the story to be told,
the ugly sad-like voice silent,
so many years lost
Waiting for just This moment,
THIS very moment that became only Mine,
that just this tiny lost voice
Became Everything…..
if only to ME.


I moved along a path that crept through my mind like life moves through unnoticed, through darkness and into light, then back again as the earth moved around me. Night to day and back round again to touch my senses, moving me forward into another year older and often I wonder, another year wiser? I like to think so, I hope so at least. I celebrated another year tacked on to this amazing life yesterday. I honestly have gotten to the point as I get older to not give it a whole lot of thought. It’s going to happen, I enjoy each day and I find age is a state of mind. This week has been marked by much darkness and I strive to move into each day in a state of grace and faith that someday things will change, that there will be no sorrow, that there will be love and understanding. A high bar to set but I have to, in my heart of hearts keep on believing that things HAVE to get better in this big beautiful universe we call home. I gather energy from things in this world and it causes so much pain to feel the hurt, the anger, the violence that filters through the strainer of moments…have we become numb? Has this become so day-to-day that we shrug our shoulders and think, “eh, just another death…just another loss…happens every day, right?” It makes me sad, truly it does. I cannot say I understand being in someone else’s shoes, someone of a different religion/race but I can try. I can cry along side those in the world that do care, that seek to understand and be better. I can pray for healing, I can even pray for peace and I have to stop myself from asking, is it enough? It has to be. We have to start somewhere and I truly believe it needs to start everywhere. Ignorance and hate has no place in my world. I cannot watch the news, for it isn’t just news…it is someone’s life ending needlessly, it is someone losing a loved one, it is a tragic shame. All lives matter to me, and if we all poked our finger and made blood promises for forever friends, guess what? The blood is all the same. We are all worthy of life and respect. I pray for the world and I pray for help that I may be a better person, that we all become better people who come together, hold hands and love each other a whole lot more than what’s happening.

I’m another year older, but I felt so very old and tired…and sad….so very sad.

Peace and blessings to all of my friends. Love conquers Hate. Above all, LOVE before it’s too late.