SHE’S WORRY

Worry is a creative soul Knocking sense around Like alphabet blocks Building wooden castles Stuffing them with dreams Just to watch them burn Carrying extra demons In case the devil alone Isn’t enough to destroy The human she’s become

WHERE DEATH NOW STANDS

The orange furnace Becomes but embers Upon its final breath The charred trunks Stand tall and dark And it’s quiet… As if completely Exhausted and worn From a battle It could not fight Energy burned off Damaged and broken Nothing is welcome In this sad place Silently standing And waiting… For the sun to shine…

IF I GO MISSING, #BeREAL

Let’s be real for a moment.  Life and death kind of real.  A young woman is afraid nobody will come looking for her if she goes missing.  What is the reality surrounding her concern and what can we do to fix it? A few years ago I ran across a letter written by Brianna Jonnie…

BREATHING ASHES

I think I can safely say, at least here in America, that society is triggered.  And it’s having a hard time finding its way back to a place where rational balance lives.  And who can blame us… we have a LOT to be triggered about. Anarchy Steps heavy with Steel toed boots Torches replace Keystrokes…

YOU’LL DIE FAT ON YOUR OWN PAIN

There are people who never learn to look forward. Past themselves. Past their own desires. Sacrifice is a word they’ve assigned false meaning to. They blame others for their failures. And even when they do blame themselves they desperately need someone else to do the work to save them. They seek to garner sympathy for…

DOT TO DOT

There is a line A small one Little dots Connecting Our thoughts Our good ones Our bad ones Those that cry Those that laugh Those that rage A constellation Of ideas Of memories Of reasoning That create The person We become That line Is who we are *Depression is a terrible thing. It’s as if…

I DIDN’T KNOW

I watch you growing up And I find myself alone Begging for the strength To one day let you go To watch you walk away No more bedtime stories No more skinned knees No more “but mom please” I didn’t know… I’d run out of time so soon That you’d be mindlessly Saying goodbye each…

THIS TRAGEDY

I see some things And my brain slips I hear things too And my mind trips I run like a kite Caught on a string My heart skips But mostly stutters And I am left Crashing on rocks Falling into Words that sting And I try hard To run from them But I can’t get…

PATIENT ENCOURAGEMENT

Some things are too painful and too hard to overcome without patient encouragement and love. I hope everyone who needs it can find it. It’s typically the impatient moments that rise to the surface and grab notoriety. The angry customer. The ranting neighbor. The crazy employee. People having trouble being rational because something has gotten…