Sometimes the news gets to me. I mean how could it not? I’m trying to hold onto joy but it’s like a slippery trout trying to jump from my hands into a frying pan. Some days I still wake up Inside the ache Of remembering Of something I’d promised I’d outgrow It sits on my…
I wake up dangling Spinning as a spider Caught in the wind There is no up Down is everywhere To fall is to die To let go suicide So you spin And spin And spin Until the ground Finds your feet And you can finally Finally Finally Fall back to sleep
The sky is sagging Have you noticed? I caught some Like cotton candy A breathing mist And it felt weird Like sand Instead Of heavy air And like mercury Seeking blood It made a home Inside my lungs And I stopped Seeing with eyes And began to see As air sees Inside everything The truth…
The fog Snuggles up Easing Into my lungs Small drops Inhaled Dew drop worlds Pretty Like diamonds But The zirconia kind Because I can’t afford To breathe in Fog Made of diamonds
Shhhhh See that thought The one swimming around And around and around and around The one growing bigger Gaining speed, spinning faster It has you in its teeth Has you hogtied Chained to the train And you sit frozen No motor skills No verbal gymnastics No other thoughts But the one The angry one The…
Like shadows they follow Sliding past bare bushes Over broken concrete They are born inside Tears and laughter And given life inside Pain and joy Shape shifting, floating Like a buoy in water Bobbing rhythmically Over waves of experience They live in the silence Inside the dark quiet They hibernate paralyzed Morphing for years Feeding…
There was a time before I was diagnosed with severe depression that it seemed all the pain was leaking out of my eyes. I don’t miss those tears. I cried into my oatmeal No real reason why Just really tired you see I cried on the treadmill I felt broken and betrayed Need a nap…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is an oil pastel drawing I did years ago and gave to a friend as a gift for her son. I can feel it under my skin Most of the time it’s colors Jade and sea foam blue It can be musical hues Wearing dancing shoes It…
There is a collective pain A bleary faucet that flows Spiritual hand me downs Into our hearts and souls Born empty and open Waiting to be filled As the pain begins to drip From one ancestor To the next. To the next. The unhealed wounds Broken and bleeding Into you and me Into all of…
I think God takes naps at 3 in the morning. It’s when I feel the most alone. The most broken. The most… scared. I remember the morning I had decided I should die. That moment is a part of who I am today. I think Death stalks me now. It won’t let me forget. Every…
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