HIS WORLD
His world shaped itself around me His shoulders Strengthened me His embrace Held my peace His gaze Held my wonder And his lips Whispered My history to bed And sung My future into being His world shaped itself Beautifully into mine.
LIKE TRINKETS
It’s known that hurting people hurt other people. Intentionally and unintentionally. Your traumas will always be a part of you but you get to decide how you carry them. Do you learn from them? Do you let them change you into a better more loving, compassionate, and giving person? Or do you carry them in…
DEEPER INTO YOU
I feel liquid Flowing Further away From solid Emotions drift Muscles relax And I escape For a moment Deeper into you
MY PUZZLE
I’ve always felt like a small piece Like there is a place waiting For the exact right shape To fit within its little void I feel a part of the sun Of the swaying trees Of the raging storms And the crashing sea A part of so many things But never fully have I fit…
LONG DISTANCE
The days slowly crawl From sunrise to sunset The same words echo Until they fall silent The sky mourns us With determined drops That fall heavy Even maybe a bit angry At our solitude Because Even heaven understands Our torment at being apart
ALL THE STEPS
I saw a butterfly/moth on my bedroom window screen. It was beautiful. I’m glad for the day. For the steps I’ll take. For my daughter and for my person. For my family and friends. Recognizing the beauty in the day. That’s hard for some of us. It takes practice. Today I am finding beauty in…
SHE WAS FIRE
The fire It fortified her bones Into milky glass torches And turned her blood Into kerosene rivers And that’s how she set The whole world on fire
A HEART’S TALE
My heart feels a bit torn up But it still beats even as it hurts Because that’s what hearts do
MORE OR LESS
I don’t remember the first time I thought, “man I wish I could be more…”. More classy, more beautiful, more funny, more smart, more stable, more serious. I’ve lost count of how often I wished I was less messy, less emotional, less sad, less weak, less random, less awkward. Seems I’m constantly wishing I had…
ADDICTIVE SMILES
It’s magic the way you smile at me They way it dances across your face And mindlessly flirts with my eyes The way it grabs my attention And doesn’t need to demand it But simply holds it in its grasp Just by merely existing, by being real God knows I love how it makes me…
