Some poetry. Some prose. All heart.

Thursday, March 31, 2022

The Climb

Your summit may seem unreachable
From the base looking up at the top.
Lower your eyes to the rocks in front of you—
Start climbing and don’t ever stop.

Your looming anxiety may hail doubt and fear
And freeze the new path before your feet.
Don’t retreat to the comforts by your fireplace;
Keep digging your boots into the sleet.

And yes.. your errors and failures may produce
Abysmally cavernous holes.
If you fall in, take a breath…
Climb out…
And get back on the trek to your goals.

So stop wishing and dreaming and plan your route,
And take your first step without dread.
Ignore how impossible the journey seems—
Don’t create another mountain in your head.

Wednesday, July 7, 2021

Along The Journey

It's not at the finish line where you find yourself. It’s not at the end of the race. It’s not when you reach your final goal.

It’s along the journey filled with jagged rocks, upwards climbs into thundering clouds, and dangerous dives towards a black abyss. 

It’s when you fall and pick yourself up, again and again, crying and hurting, yet still moving forward.

It’s in ignoring the naysayers and haters, dodging the evil eyes, and fighting off the worst of those villains — your own self-doubt. 

It's in the fears you conquer, and those you learn to live with to survive.

It’s in the easy plateaus, so quiet and peaceful that you see and feel things that were blocked-out by drive and ambition.

It’s in appreciating all of your small victories, the smiles you meet, the people who laugh with you and continue to jump and fall with you. 

It’s in every day you wake up, breathe deep, take a moment and continue on.

Along the journey is where you find yourself.

Saturday, February 27, 2021

Our Loved Ones Never Die

Our loved ones never die.

Their spirit transforms into
Birds chirping in the early morning,
A gentle breeze caressing your cheeks,
The serene warmth of the midday sun.

Our loved ones are all around us.

They're in an old song on the radio,
The scent of their favorite flower in bloom,
A silly joke you've told a thousand times,
A birthday gift you've treasured over the years.

Our loved ones watch over us.

So cry if you must, but remember to smile,
And look at old photos and tell their stories,
And laugh out loud at funny memories,
Because they love to see us happy.

Wednesday, February 24, 2021

A Young Dreamer

A gentle wind flows in through the trees
Carrying the scent of apples and pears.
I awaken under the sound of rustling leaves,
With flower petals in my hair.

I dreamed of flying with mighty dragons
And swimming at the bottom of the sea.
I write my dreams down as fast as I can
Before they scatter away from me.

My journal is filled with endless scribbles
Of ideas that stretch out towards the moon.
Stories, poems, an ode to my (soon to be) true love, 
And sometimes I draw silly cartoons.

The sun is setting, so I'll be back tomorrow
To dream and doodle away.
My time is my own, but not for long,
For all of us have to grow up someday. 

Tuesday, December 22, 2020


Of all the errors I have made
The ones that are worst to me
Are those that raise doubt,
Giving room to flout,
Of my humanity.

These chimeras tend to linger
In the calm meadows of my mind,
And keep me awake
Until daybreak
When my confidence has resigned.