FREEWILL DESTINY

Maybe it’s destinyThat gently leadsUs into the futureWith invisible handsMore like tentaclesNudging us forwardPulling us backWhen we misstepPunishing usUntil we get it rightMaybe it’s destinyThat covers usUnder blanketsSo dark we can’t seeSqueezing usUntil we can’t breatheCausing us to begFor mercyJust a tiny reprieveFrom the voidIt tortures us withSucking from usPathetic promisesIt knows we won’t keepJust…

FROZEN BREATH

I wash my face with midnightAs the moonlight settles inI let it sink into my skinAnd caress my every curveChilled from a winter breezeI’m numb to its nimble handFocus and clarity do I seekBreathing in frozen gustsMy lungs fill with rationalityAnd I can once again begin

COMPLEX SIMPLICITY

It’s so complex At first glance Overwhelming Hard to grasp Too many Variables Options Buts and ifs And… ands It’s complex Until you dig in Cut into it Rip it apart Until it’s simple Solveable Actionable Easy peasy

THAT PLACE

You know that place where The nights fall And the days get buried The place where Rivers run Rainbows fade And breezes fall silent That’s the place I need to find So I can rest Far away From this place

DISTORTED

So many colors Melt into my eyes Absorbing the light And transforming it Distorting it Then transporting it Into bundles Small and nondescript Barely noticeable Into the universe Of black and white

IN A ROOM

I forget how depression feels sometimes.  That’s dangerous.  To forget isn’t an option.  I have to remind myself how sneaky and insidious it is.  I must remember what it felt like to be its prisoner.  Depression as a room and me held captive against my will.  I am so grateful to have escaped this room……

IN THE PALM

The world is speeding A blurry comet streaking A surface full of ghosts Wondering dazed in a fog Give me this day our… What are the words? The prayer we used to say When all went wrong? He’s got the whole world In the palm of his hand And he’s bouncing it Banking it off…

PICKY

Kids can be super picky eaters. Mine was no exception. She’s grateful though because she knows we live in a land of plenty. Even if she doesn’t love it she learned early to say thank you. And she actually LOVES Brussels. It’s the way her nose scrunches up When she doesn’t like the menu How…