My nightmares speak in
familiar voices that turn
my hopes to ashes.

A sibilant voice
whispers to me in the night,
“Their kind words are lies.”

There’s a great wisdom
to be found within a tree:
a seed grew this large.

Each and every breath
is harder to catch than a
swarm of butterflies.

Our music choices
say much about who we are
they’re our souls in songs.

When all the pieces
fit together perfectly,
I feel whole again.