it’s all about youTonight the wind is in your voice.
And the gods are nervous
about the drinking water.
Someone hijacks the background
with three simple dance moves.
Or maybe the clouds
paused on the television
set during a ball game.
The silence inside
of you eating alone
in an old yearbook.
This is going to be over
before you know it.
But not before your hands
become small birds
of the present snow.
An expressed panic
attack of harmonics.
It’s like listening to your heartbeat
in a club, all the lights off,
all by yourself.
Fatigue Performance by Noah Falck
this is not your momma’s beatnik
this is not your dad’s beret
this is not your sisters pothead
not your brothers crazy wife
this is not the inquisition
this is not the third degree
this is not just sit and listen
this is not another way
this is not your bad boy rocker
this is not green eggs and ham
this is not your high school locker
not a cry to ‘give a damn’
this is life in all its glory
this is life to have to hold
this is life step up and claim it
this is life speak up be bold
this is time to tell your story
this is how it’s said and done
this is time to stand and tell it
this is ‘c’mon have some fun’
Amy LloydAt some point in life you will look
back on your journey
and may ask yourself the question,
which part mattered to me the most?
Yes, life gave way to some unexpected pain
at times when there was just no stomach for it.
The heartache of grief felt like a concrete cross
you had to carry over mountains.
Then there were days you learned about things
the hard way, feeling the sting of regret
a time or two, although you may not
care to admit it. Even so, you’re likely
to treasure each triumphant victory
and playfully recall the twinkling markers of time.
Because you were blessed to be uplifted
and became familiar with being let down.
You walked through fire
and danced with elation.
And though you may have stumbled
more times than you can count,
you held the space and kept the faith.
All the while, with a fearless and
tenacious heart, you forged ahead,
holding everything and everyone you ever loved
inside a precious world where gratitude spread
like blooming wildflowers alongside
gushing streams of joy.
Even when it hurt you persevered,
as your light burned fiercely and bright.
It wasn’t all for naught, and in the end,
you’ll embrace the entire panorama
and kiss the ineffable bliss
as you declare the final answer:
I lived. And it ALL mattered.