Towards the sun.

This weather has been anything but glorious.  I find myself sitting in my bedroom, ready to jot down my frustrations.  Here I am complaining that the sun isn't shining when people in Missouri are losing their families, their homes, everything.  Mother nature isn't being very motherly right now, but I continue to have hope in her and in humanity. 

I will be continuing on to a new chapter of my life in less than a month.  I have mixed emotions about everything, but am overall happy and excited to start this exciting adventure.  What does God have in store for me afterwards?  This is something I ponder on most often, but have to remind myself to take each day one at a time.  Who knows what will happen?  Things will lay themselves out at my feet soon enough.  I recently wrote a poem that I have been wanting to share.  I don't really think it makes much sense, but just ramblings of a 23-year old poet?  Indian?  Vegetarian?  Friend?  Advocate?  I don't know...

Changeling.

I am a changeling.
Blackbird whistling just after the storm,
haunts me to sleep.
Jewelry box repeats,
repeats, repeats.
Sunshine paints my face.
The old dresser with the mark
still makes me cringe.
They say love stains our bodies--
how quickly mine fades,
deep amber to ash.

I am a changeling.
Orange to blue...to...
Bitterbrush.
Sage.

Sada Gab, 2011

Just ramblings.  Amen.