The clock ticks In time,
With a heart that's out of time
The second hand sweeps.

Your initials are carved
into the bark of my heart.
Wooden permanence.

Change to our foreign policies
Change to our non diplomacy
Change to our over reaching hegemony
Eight hundred military bases over seas
Change instead of death to the IDF
That’s as generous as it gets!

Return to Grace

Every now and then, the world tries to convince me that I’m broken.
How funny this is, coming from a broken world.
Then, in the silence of my efforts, I look up and realize that my resilience is still mighty and that my indomitable spirit is still soaring.
I am not broken, I am just beginning.
The world is opening before me, and I am receiving it with care.
I feel my grit and resolve rise within me, and I smile because they have not waned.
My spirit was fortified in fire; it can withstand a little rain.
I turn inward, more gentle with myself.
I return to grace.

-Rhia Clay