In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Window”
Staring out the window
Watching the sun rise
Head still on my pillow
As the little bird flies
Green are the trees
With the swaying leaves
Calm is the river
That flows forever
A peaceful morning
That won’t disappoint
Hope is always soaring
When lives are joined
In response to The Daily Post’s prompt “Mad Libs”
Out of place in a home that is my own
Out of touch in a world where I should belong
Out of breath from running after a mirage
Out in a little island, foreign to all but me
Minuscule yet has an abundance of joy
Petite yet visible in an ocean of sorrow
Tiny yet full of will and courage
Small yet dripping with unharnessed potential
Its little heart beats loudly
Its blood runs deep
It aches from constant cruelty
But its soul it is destined to keep
A foreign island all alone
A little island standing tall
An unnoticeable island to those who can’t know
A peaceful island with dangerous waters below
An Artist at Heart 