My parents left our homeland for me
More than five thousand, five hundred miles
To travel to a land ripe with opportunity

But at times the ripest fruit tended to spoil
However, they always counted God's blessings and moved on
My parents have endlessly toiled

With their younger son on the way
And four years of American experience
They strived at greater lengths each and every day

It is difficult to set aside one's own will
To tend to a family
To pay an immigration agency's bills

Yet they have done it, tried and true
Citizenship, I pray
Is coming soon

One day, I will properly honor them
Meanwhile,
This country will learn to accept others, but only with Him as its precious gem

One day out of over three hundred sixty-five...
It is that way because on one day we leap
Over any inhibition that we had in mind,
Like the emotions suppressed and thoughts redacted.
We say and do things that make us think after,
“Wow, is that how I really acted?"
Do the words, “I love you," lose meaning
If they were never said explicitly before?
No, but once you do say the phrase,
Mean it, because love is a more
Than a two way street.
It should not be physical action
That makes a someone like a slab of meat
To be sought after, then devoured.
Think about it, as you share your heart with someone;
Think about it, this very hour.
Love is in the air they say,
But please do not let it be
For only one day.

Social media is not a necessity.
Many times it is more of a distraction.
For me, one could say,
It became a fatal attraction.

It has some beneficial uses,
But, like guns and drugs,
There are usually outweighing abuses.

A twelve step rehab plan for an addiction?
I'd rather have a plan that's permanent and nonfiction.

The first step to recovery will be just that—
A first step.

So on that basis,
It is essential to take
A haitus.

One part of me tries to help people that are stressed and struggling.

The other tries to keep my own burdens in check because it would only add to the load others already bare.

Each of us should take time to realize there is always someone else holding up a greater burden.

The weight of their world.

Someone who looks into the eyes of despair, but does not blink.

Take time to find that person.

Save them.

In my own skin
A peace, a presence resides within
One of hope for the future
Not only mine
But for for those that I love
A total, all encompassing
Warmth
Undescribable really
But one can try

No one ever has it all together
But some feel the need more than others
Count me as the sum of all my pains and failures
That would be a mistake
Through God, I'm picking up broken pieces
Throwing them away
And starting over