Tightly Interwoven
people have told me
to let you go
but they don’t
in Hope Poems
baby, during the nights when the midnight sky
falls heavily onto your bones and wraps you
in its melancholic embrace
I keep pulling
on my roots
urging them to grow
impatient for the bloom
slow down when your world
is spinning too fast
when day and night are stuck in dusk
make sure to enjoy life
in Short Poems
every day changes you
sometimes a lot
sometimes barely
but life never stops