day 88

at times i am the pile of leaves
easily scattered with the lightest breeze,
but mostly i’m the lighthouse
weathering the roughest storms,
steady in gale force winds

yet, sometimes, i long to topple,
for the bricks to crumble,
and move fluidly like the snake
or soar above like the hawk

3.29.17

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Eliza Alys Young, aka CreativEliza, is a free spirit, world traveler, creative expert, and part of multicultural family… Eliza shares her time between the US, Dominican Republic and beyond. When she is not caring for her high-energy kids, writing her poetry or for her blog, creating art or cooking up a storm, she is designing for her own company, Design Intense.

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