The marble is there

In the center

It is embedded

The clay has hardened

The kiln has done it's job

The shape is finalized

The marble is still there

Hard and round

It is silent

Words trigger it

Words like" trouble" and "punish"

Those words twist it

 within the globe shaped

Formation.

The marble is stuck.

It activates

As the round clay form travels

Around the sun.

There was a time

When the clay was still soft

That fingers could have gently

Reached inside

To remove the marble

But now the oven

Has baked the clay

And that can no longer happen.

So the marble exists there.

Sometimes it can be forgotten.

Until words penetrate the clay

And the marble is felt

 it does it's job

The only job it knows.

It trembles.

The whole globe of clay trembles also.

And that is the womb in which fear is formed

That is the channel where fear is born.

An open letter to the LBGTQA community

 I am not LGBTQA.  I have never experienced what those who are have experienced. I've never been condemned in public or private for my sexual preferences or my desire to either change genders or to not identify as either. I have never been called the names that people choose to call people with a different sexual preference than their own.  I have never been mocked beaten or bullied due to the aforementioned descriptions. I have been fortunate.

 I have been marginalized. I have been made to appear lesser due to things about me that I have absolutely no control over. I have been bullied mocked and threatened. I have been excluded. I understand being different. I understand fighting to be understood. I understand the demoralizing way people often treat one another for one reason or another. 

All I can say is this. And I can include myself in this apology. I am SO SORRY if you have ever been made to feel like you don't belong. I am so sorry that a religious group may have excluded you based on your lifestyle or anything else that they may not aprove of.  I am so sorry if you have ever been discriminated against based on things about you that deserve to be celebrated and not condemned.

I have a request for those who are not part of the LGBTQA community and even those who are. Dare to be kinder. Challenge yourself to not judge people you don't know or even those you do. Celebrate the uniqueness in others. Strive to understand a person by listening to their story and where they are coming from. We are all coming from somewhere and we are all going somewhere. On that journey let's encourage one another and get to know one another.

Love is love and when we allow it to prevail amazing things will happen 🌈

 My muse is not a butterfly

But she is sustained by gossamer wings

My muse is not a lullaby 

But to my soul she often sings

My muse is not a work of art

Though deep within my art is created

My muse is not a beating heart

Though my heart and hers connected

She is the whisper in dead still silence

She is the questions no one can answer

When the world is shrouded in darkness

She is the light bright shiny dancer

My muse is not a superhero

She is so much more

When I am drowning in the truth

Her fantasies are the surest shore.

The world is winding crushing blinding

She is the toadstool that shades my eyes

She is the birth, the burst of revelation

That pushes through as angels cry

My muse is not a butterfly

Though she soars on gossamer wings

My muse awakens where souls align

To brighter lighter mightier things.

Nowhere to turn

There's a fire

It's my fire

The whole wide world's

 going to watch me burn.

I wanna be caught

Wanna be taught

This novelty cannot be bought

So I steel

And run away

Hoping someone will catch me

Because that captivity means

Arms around me

My soul won't feel a thing

Til someone's found me

I play hide and seek with the world

I'm a mystery I'm that kind of girl

We all are in some way

All longing for the day

When we're held just right

Not like porcelain

Not too tight

The earth is not a mother

But her children are my brothers

We need one another

I'm a fugitive

Running from someone else's mistakes

I'm a nomad

Wandering in rubbish

I did not create

I am a product

Of a series of unjust fates

I'm a warrior

It's not a choice I made

If you find me

Do not return to sender

Keep me with you

It can't get worse

So you must be better.

 I can't undo your tangles

I can't undo your tangles

I truly wish i could

I wish I could fix this

Because you know I would

I cannot undo tangles

The once I didn't tie

What I have to offer

Is simply standing by.

I can be a presence

Catch the tears that fall

I can be the one

Who answers when you call

I am not a healer

Though healing is the goal

I simply am two arms to wrap

Around your heart and soul

It is not for you to decide

How others respond to your pain

Everybody gives comfort

In their own way

Most people aren't problem solvers

As much as they'd like to be

I cannot solve your problems

But you can always count on me

The tangles will unfurl

In their own time and way

But would you allow me

To sit with you today?

 You are worth celebrating

Just because you're alive

You don't need a bag of tricks

Or to work from 9-5

You are a miracle

Without even trying

If someone tells you otherwise

They are definitely lying.

You don't need credentials

To matter on this earth

You need breath in your lungs

And a day of birth

Society is backwards

 it's measurements are wrong

Nobody has to prove a thing

Nor do they have to be" strong"

"The weak will be the strongest"

That isn't even true

Because it's not a contest

You matter cause you're you.

There is no race in life

Cept for the illusion

That we are in a race

We're not, sorry for any confusion.

We are human beings

And beings are just so

If you learn nothing else in life

You has value

This I know.

 Hope emerges

After tear drops

Shed like rainfall

It's always the darkest

Before dawn

Nature's strategy

To awaken hope

In souls that have lied dormant

Awaiting the light

Forgetting all along

That the light is within.

Nonstalgia

 Road tripping

BBQ on my mind

History is cruel

But memorize are so so kind

Building bridges

Some that burn

Others took

A more benevolent turn

Life has potholes

I'll never forget that message

Watch out for them

It's not a warning but a sentiment

Sometimes memories

Swim thru my brain

Kindly

Making me wish I was back there again

The lessons i learned then

Bouy me up

Today

I'm wiser looking back

And I like it that way.