Constellations

The constellations on my skin
Tell the story of where I begin
The flowing water on my head
Tell of secrets I have shed
The landscape of my face
Tells of my shame and disgrace
The canyons of my ears
Echo all of my fears
The cracked cave of my lips
Tell of sunken dreams and ships

My life is mapped across my bones
Landmarks of hugs and stones
Selling secrets of the good and bad
Speaking of the life I have had
Little rivers of stretchmarks and growth
Deeper waters of scars and blood oath
Mountains of achievement and wins
Canyons of regret and sins
Bubbling springs of joy and laughter
Waterfalls of tears and lost ever-after

I want to trace your story across your skin
Study the constellations of triumph and sin
I want to learn every secret written there
Because I love you, because I care
And I will show you the story of me
Will teach you every nook and cranny
I want you to know me, I want to know you
And you want to become one, never again two
So let us place a new constellation on our skin
To tell the story of where we begin

Sweet Sixteen

So what now?
Weathering to make the bow
Echoing the past sounds
Earnestly abounds
Twisting the sixteenth wound

Soft and wild

Inching away from being a child

XVI is much too old
To act immaturely bold
Easily also too young to be
Experienced or speak wisely
Not that that'll stop me

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So I'm only sweet just now?
Silliness, take your bow
For surely you've won this round
As people chant your sweet sound
So am I no longer a child?
But still not viewed as an adult so mild
The contradictions leave me cold
Stuck in an age neither young nor old
Can't be shallow but can't speak deeply
But you just try and stop me

Happy Mother's Day

Happiness is
Catching your smile
Hope is there
Wrapped in a while
Every inch and for every mile

Moments turned hours
Hours turned days
Altogether making
Paths to our ways
Love everlasting
Love argues still
Wonder as you always will

Daring and tender
Patient and striving
Oh, you are the reason I'm thriving