No, I cannot be the Empress of Everything you must grow up now
Author: Elizabeth Maynard
Days
How many days now until you lift up your eyes to see day breaking?
History
They were there for a hundred years or a thousand, it's all the same when we think of wood and stone the sun's rising and setting and the wind rustling every green thing
Excavation
To excavate yourself you must dig deep but ever slowly so you don't discard the tiny fragile bones
Flowers
These flowers never fade woven gently and forever across your table remind you each morning of spring, of summer even in the depths of winter
Amazed
You will be amazed at how little you need when you know you could have everything
Fragile
Hold a fragile thing too tight and soon you will find only dust or dew in your trembling hand
Distracted
I was so distracted unsure how to even listen to your heart beating in my chest
Alone
Leave yourself alone long enough to know your heart and do it justice
Slights
I could rehearse every slight mount my defenses ward off future incursions or just remind myself to stay away from every soul that does not love