I’m starting to build
new cycles where

I leave old scapegoats of
strife and mothers to instead

chase new dreams of rainbows
and redbirds and Queen Anne’s lace

glowing yellow in light of the
setting sun, a new spark,

a flair on earth where my worth is
more than these molecules I’m made of.

My hand rubs this round
moment of grace,

this wish stone in my pocket
where I wish for more time,

more freedom, crave
a world not heartless.

Where I wish simply to be a shrub,
live a simple life of untold beauty.