Mutual Destruction: I cried tears of fire, It burned while it flowed out of me. I filled a river. Every once in a while I’d go bathe in the tears I cried, Soaking in my misery somehow made me feel safe. The night the moon turned gold I went to my river of fire And found you had drank it all. Forcing me to face my biggest fears The monsters in my head That I thought I had left behind at the river bank,

I remember that night, the flowers shriveled back Into their roots Crawling home and weeping in their Mothers arms. Her cries shattered the icecaps And the world shook. Greens and blues turned To browns and black. And the world once so full of Life and color, died. Our mother; the one who kissed the moon, Meticulously placed the stars to lead us home, Molded the mountains with her bare hands And who’s tears filled rivers and oceans,

When most people find out I am adopted, I am bombarded by several questions. One of the most common is, “do you think you would ever seek out your biological family?” I take issue with this question for several reasons. First and foremost, the wording “biological family” just does not…

I’ve seen the moon weep tears For me. I mean how couldn’t she? Many nights I’ve stayed up late And she’s listened to my sorrows Telling me she hopes I feel Different tomorrow. I’ve seen the moon smile Down on me. I mean how couldn’t she? Many nights I’ve stayed out late And she’s watched over me. Praying tomorrow continues to bring Nothing but good things. I’ve seen the moon hide From me. I mean how couldn’t she?