The Bottom Shelf Review

Meeting Little You

You were sitting in the attic
playing with your Legos.
I carefully sat next to you.
So as to not disturb the towers you were building.
“Do we have friends?”
I told you about the people we met,
how they line our memories like
shimmering stones at the bottom of a river.
You placed a white brick on the wall you built.
“Do we find love?”
I tell you about how their eyes shine.
Their hugs, their voice, all of them
melt every worry away.
You look at the garden you built outside the tower,
outside the walls.
“Do we ever make it out?”
You couldn’t even look at me.
I picked up a green piece,
it was your favorite
and placed it in your hand

An Ode for the Hardships

The ground is unyielding
The soil littered
with shards of glass
that shine like blood red stars

I hate the pain
The stress
But
Like a vegetable
in boiling water
I became soft

Like a flower in a storm
God waters me
Their soil I was buried in
I was molded
A new Adam
From the pain I once held
I returned to holy