You have the patience of a turtle
Slowly deciding what is right
You are sweeter than honey
On any kind of night
You let go
Of what no longer serves you
Sharing the wealth
To be another person's treasure
You are as humble
As a gentle breeze
Cooling the air
As each breath enters your lungs
As kind as words like candy
Dancing off of your tongue
You are able to go with the flow
Like the current
That carries a rainbow
Forgiving
In what has no real meaning
Celebrating the victories
That we all embrace
Because this life we live
Is not a race
Accepting all things
That may seem different
Challenging the opportunities
That the universe
Throws your way
Believing that anything
Can be as possible
As blinking your eyes
Achieving the hopes
That cross your skies
To love it all
Because love
Never dies
About the Creator
Kayton Hickenlooper
I write to clear my mind. To get out of the fog of daily confusion. An artist by heart. To live, laugh, and grow.
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Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley7 days ago in Fiction
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