The darkest night of the year
It started in a classroom and ended in a hospital room
A piercing scream
Lumineers “Ophelia” on repeat
A mass shooting
A room so cold Filled with beeping
Snacks and a few pictures
That I thought would cheer you up
Because memories are sacred
And I wanted to hold on
To as many of them as possible
You came back for a second
To say goodbye
But then you were gone
And we were left to
Remember you
And your sources of happiness
A writing prompt that ended with a poem
14. I feel happiest in my skin when…
I’m engaged in a good conversation with a good friend. I feel happier than words can describe. I know that I don’t always have words for many things but I especially feel happy when I can experess those words without ever using words.
Feelings I feel so strong that I can not voice them,
but instead my entire body vibrates with the joy of
just being in the presence of the people I love
and care so deeply about.
I may never be able to express those words but
my whole body,
my whole soul feels it.
I sometimes don’t want to
let those feelings go,
but when I do
I make space
For those feelings to come again.
Star bright
Knock, knock
Mama, I’ve been shot
Star light
Knock, knock
Tears streaming
Mama, he’s gone
Wish I may
Knock, knock
Mama, I’ve been shot again
Wish I might
Knock, knock
My soul screams
Mama’s gone
Have my wish tonight.
Sometimes we make it-
Out but our roots pulls back to
Keep growing our souls
I used to think that resistance is the only path to justice
Then I was reminded of all those who came before me
I was reminded of all those who worked together for justice
Justice work is hard work, but justice work is work that we do together
It never has to be lonely work
And it never has to be defined by what we are resisting
Instead it can be defined by what we are working towards so that work may continue until all our battles are won 
Letting go making
Way for bare soul reflections
Seeing me again
Roots, rooted, grounded
Friends, family, community
Homecoming, staying?
Her choice to enter your
Car
Truck
Van
Is not my choice to enter your
Car
Truck
Van
No I will not
Like it
On my bike
No I will not
Like it
In bare feet
No I will not
Like it
In my front yard
No I will not
Like it
Walking down the street
With my child
With my friend
On my own
No I will not
Like it
Want it
Or ask for it
Her choice is not my choice
circling cycling
Never quite stopping flowing
into each other’s space
Today I sit by the
River
Wind blowing
Children chattering at ducks
Sirens in the background
Today I sit by the
River
As friends pass
Old and new meet
Mingling with
New Understanding
Today I sit by the
River
D.S. Hollie 