Rainbow Light

Your small grey barred walls can’t nourish and hold you. They are dark, constricting, squeezing; while you erupt fury and hatred - toxic, oozing, infecting.

Do you know there’s a land
expansive,
that can be yours.
A light shining from each of us.
Kaleidoscopic rays
that are named, treasured, blessed.

It is sad, tragic,
that you are locked in your prison,
that you can’t see it,
that you can’t feel it,
the rainbow light shining. 

Sunflowers

Two of our fledgling sunflowers bend over, a slit of pain in their stems, their leaves shrinking, curling in on themselves, contracting, not becoming who they are meant to be, who the sun calls them to be.

We use sticks and string to support,
to pull them up,
to encircle them,
to breathe in strength,
to grow towards the sun,
in joy, in glory.