always golden

Words on a page that made no sense
How could any two people be
'Always golden'
And still be real

In each day
You have taught me
In each interaction
I have learned

In every memory
I see the proof
In every inaction
I still wonder why you stay

Laced into every happy time
There are golden threads of
Loving care
Creating a tapestry refined

Fine details binding our hearts
Making history
Golden and delicious
Imperfect yet happily

Golden threads forever
Keeping the edges from fraying
Golden, always golden
You and I

feeling

Forever

Feverish

Fulfilling

Friendship

Forgiveness

Fascination

Flutters

Fair

Flying

Feeding

Force

of Nature

defining moments

Humility
No longer taking anything for granted
Seeing every good part
To recognize insignificance—and significance
Depending on the matter

Without pride
I continue to write every thought
Every thought that turns to you
Because humility tells me to
Stop holding back

Never let go in order to remember
How much you mean to me
With kindness and a big heart
Your life blesses my life
And I am humbled at the thought

finding its way

I feel so quiet on the inside;
I don't know what to write.
Hope is hiding just beneath the surface
Worried that it might be forced to burn down
To the ground
In order to rise from ashes yet again.

In all its hiding, burning, and rising,
Hope is always there
Befriending my unprotected heart
Whispering, wishing, waiting
To know when to show its face,
When to shine.

Hope burns not out
But burns brighter
Like an eternal sun,
A forever supergiant
Casting light across the darkness,
Drowning out the sad.

Quiet keeps me honest,
Looking at myself.
Quiet teaches me
I don't need to know my story before it happens
Because all I need to do is begin,
And hope will find its way.

the good fight

Sometimes fighting the good fight

Looks nothing like a fight. 

It looks like smiling through sad tears, 

Giving more from a barrel near empty, 

Loving further when you can't see how, 

Writing letters

—sheets and sheets—

And then throwing them away, 

Filling each new day with something

—anything—

And enjoying it all. 

Sometimes fighting the good fight 

Is not fighting at all. 

Sometimes fighting the good fight

Is loving yourself enough 

To keep the light on

When shutting the door, 

Closing up shop, 

And running away

Look like winning. 

Fighting the good fight

Is about keeping hope close

And always striving for right.