Exonerate by Nicole Barth [6/5/15]

I am the breath in a whispering forest,
the chill of midnight air,
the expanse of an open field.

I dance with each of my footsteps.
I am alive within my blistered feet;
present in these bones.

Again,
and again,
my constant heart.

I find the hallowed touch.

Onward by Nicole Barth [6/5/15]

A pattern: I Find truth.
I speak; I thrive; I grow.

I know boundless exhilaration
coursing through my fingertips;
streaming through my veins.

Exhale toxins.
Exhale hate.

Inhale
the possibilities
of my fate.

I speak; I thrive; I grow.