Biopic

Legs hang over broken concrete paths 
In angles that perplex and defy
Nostrils 
outstretched like arms 
reaching for elements that sustain
Hands tied behind backs 
Crisscrossing histories and cautionary tales
We watch
We watch bullets fly by faces
We watch as innocence is overcome
We watch
Eyes that look like mine

Weightless

If we could let go
We just might see how worthy we are
Of love
Patience
And second chances

If we allowed ourselves to be pulled into the light
We just might grow
Our roots dig deep
Our branches spread wide
Our flowers bloom

so won't you come in
wont you let go
can you let go
can you be loved?

Silence

Frequent mishaps and broken truths interrupt
infinite circles
displaced boundaries and rerouted trust
vandalize love letters
By memory we struggle to recite half hearted hymns
Love
is to iron out fictitious tales of heroes to come
monoliths stand in silence