Twinkling or steady Multi-colored or white Frosted or clear Muted or bright Old-fashioned bulbs Or LED lights A candle that flickers A brilliant spotlight Whatever your preference Whatever your delight They’ll all make Christmas Merry and bright
You’re on the frontlines The best in your field For the betterment of others You refuse to yield To the pressures, the exhaustion To the voice that says, “You’re done.” You carry on each day Because the battle isn’t won You’re okay going unnoticed As long as your efforts are not Saving lives has been… Read More Frontlines
She yelled until She was red in the face Filled with hurt Nothing could erase But no one heard The words she yelled And no one cared To listen She sang until She was red in the face Filled with hope Radiating grace And people heard The words she sang And each one cared To… Read More A Lesson Learned About Disposition
When beyond today Becomes frosted glass When tomorrow comes And comes to pass Those starry nights The same will be A place to dream A dream to see
Thankfulness comes From deep inside From the very same place Where bitterness hides So, choose wisely Today and always And feel the bitterness Fade~~~~~~~~~~away When thankfulness blooms On Thanksgiving Day
She weeps for us For our pettiness And still, we drink her tears Oblivious, she is crying We turn a deaf ear To the whimpering To the trembling Of our precious earth If only more would realize How much her tears are worth
Now’s a good time A great time to get lost Lost in the music The pages of a book Lost in memories A favorite recipe to cook Lost in a project A purely creative space Lost in a romance In the smile on a face Lost in the woods In the salty ocean air Lost… Read More Lost
Day turns to night As night turns to day As it’s always been As it’ll always stay We take a breath in We breathe it out We hold onto hope We’re shackled by doubt Still, the sun will set Still, the sun will rise Still, a new day dawns As we open our eyes
Give yourself a break As you navigate your way You’ve been through hell But tomorrow’s a new day Though it may lead right back to hell No one can make you stay Climb your way out With your scars on display
The old-growth pines Are slowly letting go Brittle needles fall Orange-tinged below Where pinecones sprout Evergreen The wind’s a mix Of pine and gasoline A chainsaw hums In the distance
Jessica M. Collette 
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