Kid On The 9th....

Life’s the hustling of margins,

Life’s the shedding of shame,

Life’s the growth of name.

The transparent sapphires as your life’s lens,

The branched necklace as your life’s noose.

Life’s never a dream you once could control,

Just the falls of the sky, unruled.

Life’s just a leaf, veering and dangling in the eternal breeze’s carmen.

You all, such leaves,

Fall from your high skies to the ground beneath.

The spiked tips, the curved petioles,

Your bodies, cursed to differentiability’s sheath.

You grow, shed, and always rebirth,

To thrive, they (leaves) wait,

You must wait.

Their season’s lace always ties them unanimously.

Your time, an ageless river, shall always arrive, patiently.

The tales of your loved ones, such a wreath of blossom leaves.

They break like a twig,

They form with the grace of the sun.

Their beauty, never everlasting,

But always smells like home.

We, all alone yet connected to each,

If we fall, we fall together.

Life’s the thrust of waves,

Life’s the currents in midnight’s day,

Life’s the ripples in the salt lakes,

Life’s the chase between the sand and the water at the bay,

Life’s an ocean, kindling and laps of skied waters.

Ocean’s strength embraced in each entity,

Tsunami’s the trough, the soul’s demons drown.

Its clearness sprouts in our beings,

Its effortlessness eradicates our ambiguity’s shroud.

Its beauty glimmers within you.

It’s unmoved by humanity's plight,

With ancient tides, it carries on its endless flight.

The sad kid on the 9th street,

With knives at its wrists, an ache.

Nature’s call, a cordial decree, “You matter, dear.”

Without them, others would crumble, in Jesus’s sake.

Its smile brightens up every building graced with its foot.

It deserves love, care, nurturing.

With every smile it gives, an arrow to healing it shoots.

The ambiance concealing it, suffocating,

But it is the air,

It is the breeze,

It is the seas paired,

It is the leaves.

The dust hole where it resides,

Its eyes witnessed a thousand combats,

The demons in its head, to lose everything but it forgets.

The beauty, encapsulated in its own sapphire eyes.

Your season perishes,

The winter always dawns,

But you don’t wither down.

The summer always rises,

You shine and you fly.

Be as carefree as a leaf freed,

Be as strong as the oceans and the blue skies.

As beautiful as Mother Nature, all a plea.