Accept

When I accept myself
For who I am
I find it strange
That nothing changes.

And when I think about
What thinking does
It never seems
What I am changes.

Finally I look
And squint and pinch and scratch.
At the flesh of my reality.
To mark
the nothing changes.

Breathe

A cloud fell to the earth
To cover the sins of a
Broken shadow.

With a pitter-patter
Conundrum
Skeleton trees poke
Into the air and
Suffocate the night.

From the bud in my breast
I call the sound
Of the root.
Which plants itself
Within the unseeing eye
Of wonder.

It is so hard
To breathe.
It is so
Hard to breathe.
It is-