Early skies come a new day

Of moving carts and lifting pallets

Destroying wood with mallets

And throwing away plant trays

All for a $16 hourly pay

Midday comes with a forklift

Restocking items with more lift

From boxes, paint buckets, to wood

I did as much as I could

But that’s the end of my shift

Butterflies

move from flowers to flowers

are delicate, fragile, and colorful.

But show that they are powerful as they fly through the wind.

There once was a butterfly without wings

She’d never seen them before

So she knew they weren’t there

She fluttered around and always wondered

Why they pointed and smiled at her bare body

She felt wingless and ashamed

Until one day she had a child

Who was as wingless as can be

But said she wanted wings as beautiful as her mothers

And so the butterfly wept

That’s when she knew that things were only true

If you believed them to be

Grey clouds

line the white skies

and drift, languorous.

I stare and think: “How shall I live,

today?”

At first it was just thoughts 

Something I paid no mind too

Second, it was stress and anxiety

Third, I wasn’t eating or drinking

Fourth, I couldn’t sleep anymore

Fifth, I stopped checking my emails

Sixth, I stopped talking to my friends

Seventh, I was on the balcony all the time

Eighth, I had accepted my new fate

Ninth, I was pulled out.

Clear blue skies in haze

Sit with me in the park now

Send a message home

Gaze at the blue sky

Sit on the grass below you

Breathe in the sweet air

Stay here forever

Be one with the wind and sky

Let dewdrops reign