Words of Wisdom from Jewel

If I could tell the world just one thing
It would be that we're all ok
And not to worry because worry is wasteful
and useless in times like these
I will not be made useless
I won't be idled with despair
I will gather myself around my faith
for light does the darkness most fear
My hands are small, I know,
but they're not yours they are my own
but they're not yours they are my own
and I am never broken
Poverty stole your golden shoes
but it didn't steal your laughter
And heartache came to visit me
but i knew it wasn't ever after
We will fight, not out of spite
for someone must stand up for what's right
cause where there's a man who has no voice
there ours shall go singing
In the end only kindness matters
In the end only kindness matters
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
I will get down on my knees and I will pray
My hands are small, I know,
but they're not yours they are my own
but they're not yours they are my own
and I am never broken
My hands are small, i know,
but they're not yours they are my own
but they're not yours they are my own
and I am never broken
We are never broken
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's mind
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's heart
We are God's eyes
God's hands
God's eyes
God's hands
We are God's hands
God's hands
We are God's hands

i am so little
so insignificant
in comparison

i am so large
so powerful
in reality

i am part of all
and part of nothing
in this moment

the workings of the mind
responsible for thought and reason
shut down in overload

too much memory
and not enough available space
save you some trouble

to access thought and reason
belief and truth
the megabytes they fail

left with a blank computer
keyboards to rework the mind
maybe this time around will be different

the creek bed is dry now
cracked and crumbling
in a path once led

you dip your toes
into tough and arid soil
it wasn't like it used to be

you follow the washed out path
the earth firm beneath your feet
it's a new journey you decide

i met you in some far off planet
filled with unnowns and whatiffs
these beasts, they scared me
so you took my hand and led

here, you say
this planet offers us a new direction
a future that earth left behind
and i followed

i met you in some far off land
filled with sandtraps and minefields
these obstacles, they scared me
so you took my heart and led

here, you say
this land offers us opportunity
a chance we missed the first time
and i followed

you met me here in this little town
filled with skeletons and memories
these shadows, they scared you
so i took your soul and led

here, I say
we are here now
in this land of futures and unknowns
opportunity and chance
and we walked on

I cannot write. I feel blank. I recently heard a poet say they often go back to the first line of poems they started but could not finish...and work from there. God, how many first lines I've written, left to dangle upon a single line, doodle, or cocktail napkin. An attempt to build from that could be interesting. Mainly because these first lines came from so long ago.
Okay, lets take a poem from 6th grade titled "The pain of the point"
My first line being:
"They say only time heals"
well I'd like to say it merely conceals
for decades later, the wound feels fresh
unless you take that daring step
to change things for once
to bandage your wound
stitch the open sore
and believe you are capable
of moving on
you are
so capable
time only heals
if you choose to let it do so
but why go ahead and do it yourself
a conscience decision to heal
to become whole once again
by no means easy
and by all means possible

you can allow yourself to bleed
to wait for Father Time to take away
the pain and sorrow you wallow in
or you can so NO I will not wait
to once again become whole

the choice is yours.
they say only time heals
I say only the mind believes it will heal
and by doing so, you become whole...
once again

Yesterday I slipped and fell in the worst of ways, but then I looked below and came across a poem I had written not long ago. Today is a new day, and I only have more respect for the 6:00 a.m. sunlight with each and every day.

New Day

today the 6 a.m. sunlight woke me up
i turned my head and closed my eyes
but i felt it wrong to betray a sunrise

and so the light reached me
warming, waking, shining
i suppose it was the perfect timing

i had planned on sleeping
but i put my feet on the floor
and asked you for more

and so you complied
awaking me each day
showing me there's a different way

oh you say today is today
another chance to try
to dance to love to fly

and now i thank the 6 a.m sunlight
for you have set me free
in this moment of recovery