Too

Worry the words
speak too little,
worry the music
beats too loud.

Worry the laughs
echo too much,
worry the time
flows too fast.

Worry the feelings
show too much,
worry the honesty
cuts too deep.

Worry nothing
ever falls one hundred,
there’s always some
crack in between,
someone else you
could have been.

Worry too much.

Keys to Open

How strange

is it to have to ask

for keys to

open our own hearts.

To ask someone else

to unlock it,

should the demon

escape from the dungeons.

What fills the heart

is but not a demon,

it is an angel.

Teach him to fly,

perhaps he’ll return to you,

if not, he will be free as

should be.

Teach her to swim,

and she shall conquer

the oceans ahead,

no matter how stormy

the weather.

How strange

is it to have to ask

for keys to

open our own hearts?