NOISE It’s getting louder INVASIVE Hard to tune out It breaks through the silence UNINVITED It shouts About tragedies Social, economic Hopelessness, doubt In response Can’t we fill the AIRWAVES With the sound Of our beating hearts In hopes that they will Someday SYNCHRONIZE As one
We are a collection Of all that we keep All that we’ve witnessed All that we seek We carry the good We absorb the sad We live despite heartache Blessed by what we had We carry on collecting Through all of our days Learning as we go What to release, what stays It’s all of… Read More A Collection
Memories are alive They breathe and age With us, like us They’re never the same They shrink and expand With each breath in our lungs They return us to places Where they once had begun They remind us how far We all have come Before whispering, “Your story’s not done.”
It can be hard This life we’re living With each breath in With each breath out Releasing worry Fear and doubt Balancing On stumbling feet One step closer To our last heartbeat One step closer to Epiphany With each breath in With each breath out Life and all its intricate parts Truly is what we… Read More Epiphany
The older man has wisdom The younger man does not The younger man remembers What the older man’s forgot The older woman has experience The younger woman hasn’t learned The younger woman protects What the older woman’s earned Though we once were young We will all be old So, extend your hand And accept a… Read More Of Life Foretold
Do you see the landscape Desolate with snow, Or do you see the landscape With an ethereal glow? Though the ground is frozen Growth has begun Spring flowers are born Of snow and sun
Signs of spring are in the air So, let’s shed winter’s cares Let’s wash them, fold them Hang them out to dry And with a bit of luck Away, they’ll fly
Life is full of Choices and chances That come and go And never stop So, choose wisely And take chances Knowing A new wave Is always forming On the horizon
Where the flowers grow Wild and free I lose the world And find me Naturally What will be, will be
The rose blooms Because it must Rise up From the dust So, we may see Something beautiful So, we may know What is lovely
Jessica M. Collette 
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