We Are The Change

If you’re reading this, you’re a viral voice already. You put your hands to the keyboard and your spill your heart out paper. You are bloggers, poets, musicians, survivors and soldiers. You are advocates and educators, lawyers and doctors.

You echo a powerful message and you speak your passion through your art, your words, your music and your voice!

Your Matter!

Your story is important! Your dreams, goals and causes, are important. You are important.

Every day, you are composing your legacy and designing your mark on the world!

Your message to the world will echo for generations to come.

Imagine the volume if all our voices joined as one! Imagine if love and compassion went viral?

I wrote for all the viral woman of the world, much the one reading this! Let’s crank up the volume!

Now is the time. This is the year!

Change starts right here!

Bossy Kids

She Will Not Look Behind [Poem]

Like wax melting bit by bit,

Starting to run down,

Life unravels inch by inch,

Crashing to the ground.

She will not look behind.

Like darkness hovering in the midst,

Before the light breaks through,

You can her pain as she lets go

And begins her journey new.

She will not look behind.

Like a soldier prepped for battle

With the enemy in sight,

She sets her target for destruction

Heading onward towards the fight.

She will not look behind.

One by one they gather,

Ripped from the depths of her soul.

Fearless she remains,

With her feet firmly planted,

She will not look behind.

Like anger, her heart stays fleeting,

Her determination sounds,

As she leaves the chains behind her

That kept her weighted down.

She will not look behind.

Like a traveler headed homeward,

Weary of the long road ahead,

Still she continues walking,

Knowing not by which she’s lead.

She will not look behind. 

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Reminiscing The Aftermath [Poem]

Dark clouds linger

Mounted in gray.

War is waged.

The sunlight settles

Into clouded blankets.

The black Knight

Fights the dawn.

At a distance,

The masses gather

Raising their voices.

One last song

Carried faithfully on

Across the miles,

By soft winds

That never forget.

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Photo Courtesy of Chris Williams Exploration Photography