too often I look in the mirror
and only see me;
I fail to acknowledge
those who came before -
the ones who made me -
I miss those in the world
who rely upon me;
I only have eyes for the burdens
I have placed upon me,
my mind thinks the world
is being done to me,
I am blind
to all there is to see,
it's foolish to think
the world revolves around me;
if I look with my heart
at all that surrounds me
I can become
a better version of me
Month: March 2024
NYC
it moves in colors
at a pace
a blurry rainbow
in constant motion
it exhausts
it is beautiful
the world is here
alive in these streets
beneath the concrete
stretching to the sky
to slow down
is to be crushed
to miss the diversity here
find a vantage point
to drink it in
see its power
see its possibility
see this world
Noise
a newly twisted mind
bent by voluminous distraction,
still hungers for substance;
what has happened
to the warm afternoon
where the silence stretches
into the farthest corners
providing room for the mind
to trip and tumble,
losing itself
in the depths of the thoughts
passing through;
when did we begin
to need this empty noise
to survive