I sit before flowers 
hoping they will train me in the art 
of opening up

This is my voice. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

The tiniest dream that you make happen is worth more than the biggest dream that you never attempt.

Look directly into every mirror. Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story, and our story starts: We were here.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

Our lives will only ever always continue to be a balancing act that has less to do with pain and more to do with beauty.

But we are more than genteel or civilized/ we are an idea in the process of being realized.