The Poet Sky

Words are the greatest tool we have they can save lives ward off evil change the whole world

No matter what your problem No matter how bad it seems Know that if you ask I will sit and listen

It can be easy to believe that if you stop talking people will walk away and forget about you

The sun's up it's time to go Get out of bed No time for “no”

This world is full of possibilities Of people that look different It's not enough to ignore them To say “Not my problem” They will still be there If you don't help them Will anyone else?

What makes my home beautiful? Is it the trees or the flowers? Perhaps the riches and wealth The innovations that revolutionize Or the muscles it can flex What about the ideas it has? The intelligence or creativity? The works of art, the masterpieces

If you look closer, you'll see It's none of those things It's the people

Some people have a monster in their head It lurks in the shadows Creeping around in their nightmares Telling them “you don't matter”

Somewhere out there there's someone else like me someone who knows the fear around me

I build a sand castle with dried sand even though it's hard and it crumbles at a touch

In the forest rests a great gingerbread house With glistening creams and candies sweet, succulent, delicious