The faucet drips It’s consistent At first it pained me Made me anxious Made me uncomfortable I tried to fix it It needed something I didn’t have I could have Turned off the water But that wouldn’t fix What was broken So I sat with it Listened to the drip Became one with the drip…
He was full of life Hard to get close to Didn’t need love Or help or care Just did his thing Perfectly resilient He loved the sun Solitary days Listening to the world Dramatic with their flare Always changing colors Demanding attention But not him His name is Leonard Painful when messed with Not really…
Deadfall seasons Come like the night Sneaky and silent Waiting quietly with its Blood red oranges And copper smells A soft wet decay With no words to say Rain without cover Cold without a coat Dark without light This is the last place I’ll see until spring Peeks into my soul again
There are lots of things I hate About trauma Real honest to goodness trauma Like… How it automatically steals Future joy How it cripples effective communication How it makes trenches With one way signs in brains How it dictates patterns Of protection Of avoidance Of self-sabotage Of self- destruction Of hyper-vigilance How it demands boundaries…
Green leaves sit Vibrate and valuable Huddled together Inside plastic Waiting They did their job They grew big Got picked And packaged And ended up In my fridge Where good intentions For health and happiness Wilt slowly Eight dollars and change Each week Wasted on Not following through
Everyday For years and years He tells me I am beautiful That he loves me And I believe him Because he’s honest And yet… Some days I need to ask “Do you love me?” And it must be exhausting To reestablish the established To re-utter the uttered To have to tear down walls That have…
There are fractions of me Scattered all over the floor And I feel like if I knew math I’d be able to solve them Puzzle them out for good Once and for all And I’d be a whole… finally Like all of you
I want things I’ve never wanted Or didn’t know I did Peaceful days Patient people Comfortable friends Content nights Warm arms to Fall asleep in Strong arms to Support my failings The dreams I had Died with youth My older heart Just wants to rest And feel loved
Silence sits on the sideline As the universe passes by Millions of stars crying blue Pleading to a heavy moon And shadows on bended knee Praying to their own deity And when the whispering ends And all the great things say goodbye Silence will stand with back straight And use its very golden voice To…
A mind Full of stones Emotion Like water flows From feelings To a heart Like a waterfall A whole life lived Underwater Until tears Drain the sea Leaving Only pieces Of bone As evidence That every Last thing Was felt
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