Drop dead tired
Finished
Word slurs
Keep a commitment
Consider it done

In this corner of the universe
We are all just trying to live
The greatest gift you can give is mercy
To let the bad vibes stop at you

If we all made each other’s lives easier
Fewer people might feel
Like fighting to hang on to what little they have

Imagine
If all we could do
Was love and not fear
What peace would reign in our hearts

What sorrows would be forgotten
What blessings we could share

The world we could bestow

Dig your way out
From the rubble
Of the house you built
That couldn’t withstand an earthquake
Piece by heavy piece
You piled them carelessly
Without a consultant
Without mortar
And now the real work starts

Weathermen are rockstars
In Oklahoma
When you’ve seen enough storms
You learn how to react
When evil swirls your way
Like a dark, loud tornado
The only safe cover
Is underground
No use reasoning with a tornado
No use stabbing it with a knife
If it threatens you
Go somewhere you know you can hide
Create some space
To wait it out

I don’t want to write a poem
About how it feels to be mistreated
Unloved
Taken advantage of
I don’t want to write
About hurt, disappointment
And unmet expectations
I want to be free
Liberated
Unburdened
Whose job is it to discipline?