The sky is rose-tinted gold
Sliding into blue
Fading into gray.
Night creeps up,
Following the painted sky.
The air is autumn apples,
Crisp and sweet.
Overhead, birds trace a moving V
As they chase their eternal summer.
Winter creeps up,
Following the painted trees.
I know bird people,
I know bear people.
Stocked up and hunkered down.
Ready to retreat and wait out the long night of winter.
I’ve been both.
I’m moving through it,
Part of it.
Ready to dance in the dark
And walk through the winter.
The sun’s coming back.
See me sit,
Sighing sighs deep enough to fill the skies.
A long, slow breath of melancholy .
Still, I sit .
I stand .
I walk .
Sometimes the world presses,
Crushing down to squeeze me out .
I remain .
I am coal becoming diamond
On the days when your sighs fill up the skies,
And your tears fill the oceans,
Take my hand .
I’ll sit with you,
Stand with you,
Walk with you,
Until we both shine
There are many things I do not know.
I do not know how to be perfect.
I do not know how to live up to the expectations of others.
I do not know how to tear away these scars that wrap me head to toe.
I do not know how to be other than I am.
There are few things I do know.
I do know that some love me as I am.
I do know that my flaws are forgiven.
I do know that, somehow, God has made these patchwork scars into art.
And I do know that, at the end of the day,
I’d rather sing for the joy of the song
Than for the praise of the critic.