WHAT’S LEFT

The bleary comes To meet the weepy Before sitting down Next to sleepy So I try to find A place to rest Where peace And calm exist But all to often Moody comes With sad To steal Whatever’s left

BALANCING THE WORLD

There are a few things I’ve learned in my 54 years of life. I feel like I should have learned more but I got a few truths I live by. 1- If someone doesn’t love you or like you don’t spend energy trying to change that. The only exception is if there was once love…

MAGIC TORCHES

I was thinking about friendships and relationships and how I gravitate to those who aren’t afraid to carry light into the deepest darks. Those who aren’t afraid of tears. Who help you back up when you have no strength left. People who help you fight the lies and hunt for truth. I fell in love…

Identity Crisis

Identity changes Melts and freezes Speeds up Then slows Like breath Fogging windows Like rain Catching fire Like milk Becoming bitter Like smiles Stuck like Velcro A robot lost Programming Deleted Identity changes Until I find me Yet again

LIMBO

Lost inside empty aisles Fairy tales disguised As hopes and dreams Full sentences ended Punctuation’s hanging I feel like spring Like the smell of rain I feel like autumn Like promises of snow I feel like I’m waiting Inside the anticipation Inside the creating I’m the word In between thoughts I’m the journey Waiting to…

IN THE MIDDLE OF NIGHT

I’ve followed myself Down the quiet hallways Snuck up behind myself When shrouded in night And it’s unsettling That perspective The apart and away That strips off The emotional brain That undresses The remembering And peels off All the experiencing Because what’s left Is just a shadow Sneaking down Quiet hallways In the middle of…

NOWHERE NEAR PERFECT

I’m happier Now at 54 In my own skin I really am Big huge smile I tell the world My boyfriend My daughter I am heavy But loved And yet I see her perfect Everything Influencing us All the men And the women too Wanting her To BE her And I open Amazon And the…

AUTISTIC LIFE

I have been stewing over this for days and needed to wrap my mind around a few things before I wrote about it. Mostly when I write it’s because I want to lend my own perspective. I know not everyone will agree with it. The Secretary of Health and Human Services recently came out and…

BLACK SPOTS

Flimsy black spots Morph into lungs Breathing screams That sound like Laughter Gut busting Belly squeezing Ab eating Laughs that die On swollen tongues That run away With spoons Because Nursery rhymes Are for nightmares And black spots Belong on the moon