Round and round in this tornado
Snatching up every part of me that couldn’t escape its path
We spin fast
Fall and then rise and then left and then right
Faster and faster till you get to the eye
It becomes calm there
Still watching the wind and objects spin around you
I’m just waiting for everything to stop spinning
Will I plummet to the ground quickly?
Will I fall so softly?
Will I die before I reach the ground ?
Will I jump back in ?
What will I do in this tornado?

Your mind so jumbled it’s a jigsaw puzzle.
Can’t think straight from going over every curve ball thrown your way
You piece together a little bit at a time but there’s no reward for this puzzle.
Seems to never go finished
Sweet girl
You have a puzzle to do
Open your eyes
Just a little more
Sweet girl
Your puzzle is done.

Younger me would be so proud
And loud
And rejoicing
And voicing all her wins
Younger me would scream from roof tops
And climb the highest mountains
Younger me would be a force
Take every road and every course
Because she would know that I have her and she has me and I am her and I won’t let her fall
Younger me would love so hard and be so far ahead and never be in bed
Younger me would love this life and be here without a fight
Younger me is happy now
Younger me is alive and well

Everything’s burning down around me
As I walk through this path on fire
I meet at the end a mirror
Only to find myself holding the torch
The heat feels great
The bridges finally burned
My mind at ease
For this I yearned

I remember when the world was so vibrant.
Pictures with flows of color
Dresses
Flowers
Before my eyes went on strike
The world was beautiful
Now in black and white.
I’m in an old movie
Waiting for my eyes to yell “action”
And everything becomes vibrant again
But this old movie is here to stay
And I remember and cherish the vibrancy.
I cherish the vibrancy

As I lay my heart to rest
I pray my minds decisions are best
To be cold and strong today
Is better than being thrown away
I won’t be discarded
I won’t be used
This heart needs rest
No more abuse
I slept tonight and live tomorrow
For time is something I cannot borrow.

I’d like the silence to be louder
But I can still hear everything else.
I’d like to hear the wind blowin through some dandelions.
Maybe some butterflies in the distance sittin on some flowers
To hear a bird gently land on that picket fence
To listen to the rose petals blow in the soft wind
I wanna hear the camp fire crackle and grow
Listen to all the quiet things we miss out on
No one wants to hear the day to day.
Everyone wants to hear the peace.