“Grateful (abundance)” by Trevor Witt
Grateful for learning,
From my faults and falls,
Too many to count,
And not worth recounting here.
Grateful for every friend
Who shares their story,
And who listens to me share mine,
(I can go on and on).
Grateful for nerves that work,
And for bones that heal.
Grateful for friendships that recover,
And letting go of ones that never will.
Grateful for kindness and vulnerability,
(We can be condescending and prideful too often).
Grateful for family,
Though they drive me nuts occasionally.
Grateful for blessings beyond words,
(In jazz scatting, birds chirping, and ocean waves),
Infinite reasons for joy and standing in awe,
The universe is incredible, the greatest sight I ever saw.
“Plain walls (born of tears and love)” by Trevor Witt
Plain walls,
That children never drew on,
Carpets which never saw dirt,
Clean rooms,
Everything put away,
Closets with clothes unworn,
Boxes of crap,
Records never heard,
Notebooks of stories never shared,
This is not the home I seek,
A shiny, unblemished mansion, chic.
This is not the room I rent,
Where every penny is spent.
I want dirt and pain and striving,
To reach for my dream,
Born of tears and love.
“We need more poets” by Trevor Witt
We need more poets,
To battle bullets unafraid,
To speak with words as shields,
To use stories as spears,
To cut beneath the pain.
To rush into the war with verses,
To break trauma’s curses,
To end cycle after cycle of violence,
To provide healing as recompense,
To reconcile humanity with the vile,
We need writers to right the wrongs
That hurt so hard they can only be sung in songs,
We need to pause, to take a breath,
To carry on through tears and death.
We need words, to bear our burdens,
To shoulder our fears, until the final curtain.
We need people to feel,
We need words to heal.
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