be quiet, don't rock the boat, do you really have to go there...

yes I do, I am alive with words.

alive because of words.

silence for this writer is a cage without an exit.

an excellent way to drive me mad.

unspoken they fester and take root in negative soil.

I see what others see and choose to ignore.

I don't ignore the pink elephant in the middle of the room.

I encourage her to be loud, get peoples attention.

to give birth to communication and healthier exchanges with others.

not hiding from truth.

embracing self awareness without blame or regret.

my words inspire, help, anger, sometimes enrage.

the truth does that at times.

denial is so tenacious that I must match resolve.

unspoken, ignored they eat at my spirit.

opening me up to fear, insecurity, confusion.

for me to say it is to breathe.

Becky Jo Gibson

No matter what my needs are they will not be met

I will change them if they appear to be fulfilled

For to have them met leaves me with nothing to strive for

Survival dictates that I must strive for something

Lest I become a nothing with no reason to seek

So my needs are simple...

I must meet them

I must change them

I must not stop reaching for them

I must have the all of it

Becky Jo Gibson

So necessary to everyone at some point.

When unwelcome darkness falls.

For the homeless, loved enough to anoint.

To take anothers will surely lead to a brawl.

Yes flashlight I praise your useful ways.

I'm grateful I have a large collection of your kind.

You so willingly turn my nights into day.

I love you flashlight except when your death leaves me in a bind.