Poem: The Floor

Written on and trod on and walked on and stepped,
Crying for all the wrong reasons.
Collapsing and crushing and weeping and wept,
Stepped on for all the wrong reasons.

Because we can't stand up for ourselves.
Because we can't defend...
We're walked on.
We're the floor.
We're forgotten.

Poem: Just Now

This moment is precious.
This moment is peace.
This moment is hope, and kindness, and light.

This moment is sadness.
This moment is despair and darkness, yet  life.

This moment is kindness.
This moment is the march of love amongst the stars themselves.

This moment is you.
This moment is now.