a quick note

your story is uniquely

beautiful 

chaotic 

and lovely 

embrace it 

hold it in your arms 

and say 

thank you for making me who i am 

your story holds more power than you could ever know 

<3, kate

p.s. enjoy reading bits of mine

new york, new york

i will miss

the melodic discordance

of the city that never sleeps

yet continually dreams

when i am back home

in my quiet town

i will miss the cacophony of sounds

that at first seemed so inconvenient

everyone in this city 

has a story to tell

stories of hope or heartbreak

love or loss

many are who they wanted to be

when they were growing up

i want to be

that version of me

one day will 

new york

epitomize that 

for me?

seasons

we are told that life occurs in the span of a season 

and that these happenings ensue for a reason

but it is hard to accept this statement’s truth

when our life’s tree always seems to be pulled uproot

maybe we need to shift our paradigm

and realize that seasons change all the time

while it is true that there will be trying moments

there are also so many beautiful components

for snowflakes can seem frigid and way too delicate

but they are also elegant and unique and intricate

after all, when snow gently falls on a Winter’s day

life is full of beaming smiles and worries carried away

and pollen may make us itch and scratch and sneeze

but the life and beauty it gives is carried on the breeze

after all, when Spring flowers appear in full bloom

the world around them can feel no gloom

and we may exhaust quickly of heat, sweat, and burns

but we come back to life as the warmth returns

after all, as the Summer sun’s beams dance on water

laughter and glee abound and our hearts grow fonder

and leaves may drop, leaving trees bare

but there is nothing quite like the cool, crisp air

after all, as the colors change, marking it Autumn

we love on our people, feeling thankful we’ve got them

when learning to view seasons from a new perspective

we can start to take a breath when life gets so hectic

perhaps seasons are not marked by hardships at all;

perhaps seasons are marked by growth of the soul

fragmentation

isn’t it crazy how 

we are just tiny fragments of people’s lives

and sometimes 

people have a 

profound

impact on us

but to them

we are nothing but a mere speck

in the collective realm of their existence

rest

oh how i long for those slow days 

waking up to the sound of birds outside my window 

rather than the shrill sound of my alarm 

making breakfast, reading a book, painting a landscape

listening to my neighbors laughing in the street 

calling my friends, saying 

hi, want to sit and do nothing? 

there is a sense of community 

of love 

of belonging 

in being able to simply 

exist 

with the ones you love 

nothing to do, nothing to worry about 

just you 

and them 

existing 

oh how i long for those slow days

anxiety

why is it that sometimes 

when there is so much good out there 

i am stuck in my room, crying about something that 

doesn't even matter 

why is it that sometimes 

when my friends are singing joy into the world 

i can't even whisper 

because my chest is so tight all i can do is breathe 

why is it that sometimes 

i somehow forget that 

all the time 

there are things to be thankful for 

there are things bigger than me 

there are people who love me 

and then sometimes 

i remember 

and everything is okay

growing up

one day 

not so long ago 

you were little, oh so little 

running around in your princess crown 

tugging on your brother's hand saying 

can we have a tea party now 

now you're older, much older 

you don't have time for a crown 

it's gathering dust in the closet somewhere 

you only see your brother every so often 

for you live in a different town and 

never to have a tea party 

or wear your princess crown

chapter two

another year comes to an end,

sometimes i feel like i have to pretend

to always appear like i’m floating on air

choosing the prettiest pictures that fit in a square

but life is not always easy and fun

and sometimes i forget that i’m not the only one

who smiles and is thankful for every new day

but sometimes needs a moment to wipe tears away

so i take a moment to reflect on life’s haul

the lovely and ugly and mess of it all

i close my eyes and reflect on the joy

the blessings and love in which i rejoice

i am imperfectly human, that much is true

you cannot grow flowers without some dirt, too

an ode to theatre

you realized you loved playing pretend 

so you did it in the spotlight 

singing and dancing and acting and growing 

you made friends 

a second family 

they pushed you out of your comfort zone 

they said, you can be a leader 

they said, we trust you 

so you did it 

you became a nurturer, too

a mini essay on love

one of the most timeless tales is that of 

True Love

love is the driving force of humanity

it radiates out into the world 

through the beams of our smiles

it twinkles through the air 

on the notes of our laughter

it floats in the tears 

produced from our souls

but as any realist knows 

True Love does not happen upon us magically

as if cupid’s bow struck 

a hopeless romantic 

in the heart

or 

a fairy godmother 

waved her wand 

and declared holy matrimony

True Love is not just 

pure, unbridled happiness

rather, it is the combination of 

unbridled happiness 

and arduous work 

and sacrifice

and numerous other complexities

True Love causes us to 

confront our own priorities

and make the 

conscious

challenging

wonderful 

decision 

to 

choose

our person 

every 

single 

day.