Unclaimed

outside and afraid

searching for something

a connection not made

once beating with exuberant pace

a heart tripping with passion

be patient, it’s not that type of race

heading towards light

emerging from darkness

heavy and daunting, gather your might

a train pushing on, stuck on the rails

the brakeman says no

I only chart the trails


As the Willow

this is not a yarn being spun

there is something in the fore

demanding attention

what is received

when it is received

life’s timing remains unwritten

expecting nothing

yet ready for anything

confidently silent

bending with harsh winds

harnessing all it can

holding grace with strength

tenacious and remarkable

are roots built from time

simply anchoring all that hangs above the water

all is well when you cannot look into the eyes

the space we hide from the light

often holds the key

hanging heart
medium: clay
created by jessyca lyn

Roll Easy

a hill now stands where once it was flat

biting winds blow strong

no matter the direction I’m faced

please don’t steal the light was my plea

but pieces were already gone

never to be replaced

it was a long way to get to you

the clock has lost its hands

I’m feeling tired

and not quite sure I know how to leave

staring down lost love

hoping to be inspired

dreams hold songs of where I’ve been

sadness grips my hand

if the tune feels blind when I wake

black birds on the wire continue singing

calling broken hearts

but telling me to stay will not change fate

shadows cut the angles down to size

making it easier to miss the pain

my head is spinning with little left inside

an empty space stirred love all around

people kept dropping by

I could not find a place to hide

travelling on with both feet on the gas

afraid of what’s behind me

I’m left gripping the wheel

a penciled map has me heading forward

but I’ve lost some control

still unsure of what I feel

the journey takes time

set at square one

from unbroken youth

with courses uncharted

questions abound

the heart should always hold the truth


One Hand Free

like frozen rain

snapping against the window pane

battering the fragile soul

and seven days a week is too much to bear


loss is buried in all the dreams

that have us turning and tossing

heavy is the anger held inside

and it’s difficult to turn off

as night is falling fast

a barefoot child flaunts their youth

dancing in puddles

carefree without weight

do not look to carry it all

what is not needed will fall away

the journey is best

with one hand free

if it feels right

move forward now

do not starve the heart

as tomorrow is unpromised

doodle
medium: pencil
drawing: jessyca lyn katz


Nothing Unusual

immersed in stunning depths

waves crash in all directions

some wash over

forcing longer breaths

floating upon others

sunbeams warm from above

pulled

power

gasping

fear

exhale

peace

seeking that space

ambiguous but familiar

cautiously forward

questions abound

answers planted in hearts

rooted in souls

He Walked With a Cane

a young maple

once lived inside

in yesterday’s gone by

branches cracked with age

carry the weight still today

he now walks with a cane

fear dwells deep inside

wanting always to kill it

but never knowing how

driven down roads of sadness

lost and misguided

he now walks with a cane

hiding in open spaces

with eyes clenched tight

racing darkness

in red and black

this dream is now alive

he now walks with a cane

stars above

swoon against the night

while the heart won’t go outside

dawn will arrive

grey and early

he now walks with a cane

hopeful rays of morning

have cracked the sky

winning for now

having faith in the blue and gold

new words are penned today

he now walks with a cane