Poetry

creation

creation

coursing through my veins

the spirit in every breath

in every breeze


believing that i can

that something could be

shall be

understanding that i will

that we


will see what is missing

will right what is wrong

will speak the truth boldly


in broad strokes

and ornamental whispers


in every line, hope

in every touch, the belief in a better future

if not a more lovely one


what a lovely one it could be