Poems from KianaKuualoha
The words do not come.
Hurt running deeply and strong.
I cannot say it.
Change flows as the rivers.
Water rises, rushes, ebbs, and slows,
Bestowed by the Giver.
Submerge – frigid – into shivers.
Swirling...
There is no telling what shall lie ahead,
The future is hardly meant to be known.
No one can guess what is best left unsaid,
And who can...
Be not afraid of stepping on other’s toes.
There is no shame in speaking one’s own mind.
Where the heart lies, the mouth often follows....
The trees see it all.
They live life long.
And the leaves fall.
A little boy will crawl.
The shadows stretch wrong.
The trees see it...