LeT thE DaM bReAK; thE wATErs FaLL
LeT tHE nOThingNESS beCOMe sOMethinG
wORds to hOLd meANinG
vOICes to hOLD fEELinGs
LeT iT aLL faLL doWN
buILD it bACK wiTH poWeR, oNly
nEVER LeT iT fAIL
THe sNAke biTES tHE viCTIm
LEt thE vicTim dEFY dEAtH
LeT thEm hoLD ouT fOr sOMEThing mOre
leT the wAtERs of LiFE casCADe dowN
enDLess MOUNtaINs
bREAth onCE mOre
tHe AIR no lOngeR suFFOcaTEs
tHe aIR hoLDs mEANinG
liFe
cHOOse tO LiVE onCE mOre
i gRow weARY of dEATH anD its FAce
i gRow tiRed of THE mockING
i AM life
i am MORE
I AM
Drawing by Amber Stanford
Poem by Jason Sinner