A smile is such a magical thing
Like a rainbow that has sprouted wings
Its pots of gold shimmering
In a dimpled firmament
Lifting the day
In its 180 degree euphoria
It is that precious loop
That adorns the mouth
In latitudes of joyfulness
Its bearings somewhere between
The heart and hypothalamus
A smile is a small piece
Of heart that is pulled out
Of its latticed, multi-ribbed house
A little boon of bliss
A bit of love set free
Into the ether of the world
That beautiful upturned arch
Of rapture and release
Stirring the organs and the feet
Defying the pull of gravity
I see your smile
Framing your face
I don’t know you but my heart lifts
Drawing its own curve on my lips
A gift bestowed for one received
A smile is that magical thing.
Image: Mike Savad


You ask me if I’m alright ...
I am alright, but the stabbing ache in my heart is not alright.

You ask me if I’m ok ...
I am ok, but the stranglehold of despair around my throat is not ok

You ask me if I’m fine ...
I am fine, but the icy grip of fear in my soul is not fine.

I need to remove the steely shards from my heart, one piercing sliver at a time;
Even if a hole, an abysmal gorge remains, I can learn to fill it with other things, better things.

I need to loosen the malevolent grip of hopelessness, one hoary, gnarled finger at a time;
And learn to open myself up to the comfort of a quiet, gentle embrace.

I need to thaw the icicles of dread, one knifelike lance at a time;
and learn to warm my soul with the simple heat of being alive.

I know that I need to learn to separate my angst from my being; learn to put the wretchedness to bed
So that every so often, I am able to feel whole, happy and free.

And so my friend, when you ask me if I am well
I say I am well, because I’m learning to take care of the most fragile parts of myself.

I will be alright; I will be fine; I will be ok