I look left

I look right

Which way should I go?

I turn around

Behind me stands nothing

A sheer cliff thats swallowed by the void

Do I head straight?

Should I travel Left?

Which way should I go?

I do not have my heading

Every step is a guess

Is this the right way?

I do not know.

"In addition, and Furthermore, in Some More of My Writings, My Fellow Person, and My Fellow Individual, and My Fellow Man said, and/or Stated, Paraphrased, and Summarized, and Abbreviated, "We are Family. We are Kinsfolks. Perhaps for example. We have Our Species. We have Our Military. We have Our Ethnicity. Perhaps for example. We have Our Storehouses. We have Our Tables. We have Our Worlds. Maybe for example. Very Excellent, and Good, and Appropriate. Not for example. Their government. Their military. Their intelligence agency. Their security agency. Their soldiers. Their troops. Their citizens. Their military. Their government. Maybe for example. Very Long Duration Time Management. Not Really for example. Not Really for example, of Course. We are Family. We are Kinsfolks. Perhaps for example. We have Our Species. We have Our Military. We have Our Ethnicity. Perhaps for example. We have Our Storehouses. We have Our Tables. We have Our Worlds. Maybe for example. Very Excellent, and Good, and Appropriate. Not for example."

Celebrations

Every day

A day of

Giving thanks

For the dawn

A new day

To the sun

To the moon

Rain for crops

Growing healthy

Gathering wild

Storing grown

Preserving foods

The lean months

Are hard on living

Humans and animals

Celebrations

come after work

has finally ended

©Julia A Knaake

I’m learning to love your music again

to make it my own.

It will always remind me of you.

The sleepless nights

and the tireless days

spent thinking of you.

Your music once filled me with joy.

But it’s yours.

Now that you’re gone,

I’m desperately trying to get that happiness back.

It’s slow going.

I still haven’t deleted my playlists meant for you.

i don’t know how to be without you

at least right now

stuck in the interim

mindlessly confined

in a self created purgatory

where not even the vultures go

There’s a nobody kid at the end of the street

And he smiles at the sight of me coming

I hope someone loves him the whole of his life

Learns to sing to the tune that he’s humming.

There’s a nobody kid and he’s tough as can be

But he cries just like anyone would

And if only he knew that I’ll always be here

'Cause I’d give him the world if I could.

There’s a nobody kid and he’s restless and wild

He'll grow up, leave this place, and be free

But wherever he wanders, whatever he does

He'll always be someone to me.

The humanity

In each of us

The cries of an infant

Silenced

By the knowledge

That crying does nothing

But tire oneself

A tiny heart broken

Before it has beaten

That beautiful song

Of love

Even once

Becoming a child

Who doesn't think

Or act

Like others

Their chest cavity

Devoid

Of humanity's

Tender touch

I try to remember

Hurt people

Hurt people

And what grows

In the absence of love

Is what I allow

By not

Loving enough

By not

Sharing enough

Of my blessings

By not

Looking into the eyes

Of the haunted

And seeing

My reflection

Looking away

Keeping silent

Closing my hand

Walling up my heart

That's how I allow

Hatred

To exist in the world

So I try to remember

The humanity

In each of us

I look

Even when it hurts

I listen

Even when the tears come

I reach out

Even when I want to run

Because I

Could have so easily

Been them.