I catch myself humming bits of Read More
songs that I used to know
just to remind myself
while everything changes,
nothing changes, really.
The pain is often hidden. Read More
Other's demons we cannot see.
The depth of struggle kept so secret,
did you know that could be me?
Check mate Read More
My dad is teaching my beloved
Mother how to play chess.
Your hands are cold. Read More
Your chest some sort of gracious cave
With you, the seasons collide,
and I'm not sure why..
The Poets are writing poems against the war. Read More
They stand in the storm,
Raising their small, thin voices,
Ignored in the din of raucous, thoughtless shouting.
It's so easy to trip into darkness-especially when it's available after you feel you've exercised all of your options and efforts. But climbing out of that dark hole...is far more testing and challenging once you're in there than you known. Fight hard to stay away from it please. Don't give up. Don't assume you are worth nothing and no on sees you-even if no one sees you. Read More
I am a moo from behind a Beryllium oak. Read More
I am a knock on wood for luck.
I am only one of 63 personalities that I hide.
Moving fast, faster than a mustang.
50 months of infertility Read More
Never thought I’d see the day
50 months of trying
No baby on the way
I run my fingers over the edges and dips of the knife in my pocket.
It is 6:30am and it is November. The sun has yet to offer peace of mind and the street lamp timers still believe the sun rises at 6am. Read More
There is power in the woman who fights.. Read More
whether cut, bruised, or sore...
She fights for the sake of herself-for a peace within-
She fights to live and be free instead of solely exist
For dreams, for family, or whatever it may be,
To reconcile the divide between Read More
hope, and reality.
The tension between
wanting, and having.
To experience enough,
to get lost
and still keep growing.
I found the sun in the middle of winter, Read More
and a rose in the middle of a storm
Shelter when hail fell from the sky,
and though Life's wind chill was bitter, I was warm
My heart is always on the go Read More
I’ve often tried to slow it down
Or even catch up with it
But I’ve yet to make that happen
After emerging from the shower Read More
She looks in the mirror and states:
“I still have lipstick on.”
And the memories of last night flood in
The dancing, the joy, the laughter.
And for the first time in a while
The sense of belonging – finally.
Acceptance and I Read More
in a bitter battle.
"It feels as if I am holding Read More
an ocean in my chest.
My sweet slumber has seduced my senses. Read More
The silence is a stolen spring day.
We broke in half Read More
The two of us
Splitting like wood
Cracked and dry on a cold winter morning.