Sadness

Sadness is when the world cries with you:
in raging rivers and crashing waves,
but also in calm streams and gurgling brooks
that are more silent and peaceful.

The tears leak from a dripping faucet,
falling down to a place unknown
where more drops gather
and wallow endlessly together.

It surrounds us in all forms
of man-made objects and nature by God,
comforting each sad soul,
and capturing every bit of doubt.

It becomes happiness eventually:
after witnessing a mother bird feeding her baby,
seeing a sunflower grow in the most unlikely place,
watching an act of kindness take place in front of you.

Sadness always comes back though:
the water bottle empties itself on the ground,
which takes the liquid and makes it disappear.
gone for the moment, only to take a new form.

What I Am

I am for paper copies of books
clean, pristine pages with words
read hundreds of times by many
rather than those digital monstrosities.

Delving into the fantasy world
to escape reality every now and then
and to find a purpose
for why we dream of imaginary things.

I am for inspiration,
motivation, and conversation
history, mystery,
discovery and integrity.

Working hard to achieve great things
while remaining confident in ourselves
and supporting each other
while traveling the rollercoaster of life.

I am for the little nothings
like the strewn chocolate wrappers
littering the floor after a difficult day
and the reward of scented stickers stuck
on top of an A+ paper.

Sharing silly stories on weekends
with the best of friends
who have each other's back
no matter what may materialize.

I am from the beautiful countryside
and the distinct smell of manure
evident most in the springtime
while cows of all colors graze in perfect pastures.

Riding through raving rivers
on my trusted fourwheeler,
my sister hanging off the back,
face flushed with pure glee.

I am from calm summer days
where only pleasant sounds are heard,
birds chirping, cats playfully meowing,
while the rooster crows and the frog croaks.

Preparing fruits and vegetables
for display at the summer stand,
carving pumpkins on cold autumn nights
and shaping snowmen while feeling the chilly wind.

I am from a united family
of four strong, intelligent people
who protect each other
from dangers that may lurk around us.

I am for me and those around me.
I am from the comfort of my home,
the tender closeness of my family.
I am what I am and always will be.

Fantasy

One day I hope to find
he who is right for me.
Maybe I am just blind
must use my eyes to see.

But everywhere I look
there is no one around
so I open up a book
and inside am safe and sound.

Fantasy is better than reality
so I immerse myself in it
and swim in a sea of honesty
where I cannot get bit.

Out in the real world
unhappiness lurks at every corner,
waiting to be hurled
at anyone who is a mourner.

Because of the games people play
love is often lost.
Many have fallen prey
leading to a highly cost.

So together we affected must stand
and assure that these events
will no longer expand
and be present.

13 Origami Swans

Each unique in their own way
all different shades,
all different patterns,
strung together on one line.

Five blue swans
floating high above
colors of the sea, the night sky,
a glass of shimmering water.

Four pink swans
cascading through the air
with patterns of spring flowers,
squares, puffy clouds

Three yellow swans
inhabiting the entirety of the line
a deep dark mustard, a bright yellow sun,
a pale light shade.

There are no colors with a pair
only one purple swan
starving for attention,
striving to be noticed,
the most unique of all.