Poetry Collection ✨

I want to be more
More than I am

But a small voice
Inside
Says
You’re too small
Too weak
You’ll never fit in

Beaten
Bruised
Barely hanging on

My dear one
Extends his hand
Says “believe in
Me who believes in you”

“I’ll hold you up
Until you can stand”

Shaky and tired
I grow each day
Learning to hold
My head up high and
Face another day

The naysayers,
problem makers,
saboteurs,
and foes
anxiously await
our next move

grabbing the last drops of joy,
the critics gasp:

How can someone
reach for love
with so much hate
in others’ souls?

Wonder.
Whimsy.
Small pockets of joy
currency
saved as
the riches
of hope.

Brave souls
racing,
torch in hand,
setting their souls on fire
with peace and love.

Light bearers,
hope sharers.
They leave each person
and place
better off as they go.