Coffee With Emily

If hope is “the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul”
and never stops singing,
even in the storms, 

then faith is knowing
the branch will never break,
that no matter the opposing forces, 
the twig will remain,

no what ifs
or backup plans
just in case:
the twig will remain
for hope’s unwavering
refrain, 

for even if hope 
has the wings to withstand,
all things with feathers
need a place
to land. 

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/42889/hope-is-the-thing-with-feathers-314

Poem and image ©LauraDenise (Quoted line by Emily Dickinson)

Perhaps The Storms

Perhaps the storms
are simply meant
to rouse our inner
empowerment,

faraway rumbles
culminating
into the now,
waking from hibernation
the reminder
of the how,

for fate is passive
sitting ducks,
and destiny
the arms
in the winds
resurrecting
the self up,

believing in the achieving
part of dreams,
rousing the soul
to with that single bird,
despite the conditions,

sing.

I dance in the rain,
and the bird
wishes it
were me;
we chat about exchanging
wings and feet
but decide each are intentionally
meant to propel,
and here we are together
celebrating freedom
from cage and cell.