Don’t store the detritus in your body. It will mire down your feet.
I am a poetess a prowess, a lioness ripping through emotions a shark in an ocean of sadness and incapable expression.
With Un-Shattered Minds We Will Rewind
I spent the last couple of evenings sifting through CDs of writing going back almost 15 years. This poem was written in 2005. It really took me back to the cusp of my pain. In those days when I felt deeply haunted, poetry was my soul's literary life saver. Do You Want To Know Why … Continue reading Do You Want To Know Why I Won’t Let You Get Close? Circa 2005
I can only sit and observe,
The winding streets of your hurt.
Not everything on this terrain
Is born and grown the same.
You are hiding behind a star.
And in the end
All she wanted
Was her own piece
She mimicked normal,
Smiling, wine glass
Lifted pinkie; copied class,
And she remembered back,
Carefree before this jump.
But who celebrates the Motherless child? Who remembers the Grieving sibling Whose life was missing Love and comfort Or the children Riddled with the loss Of she who bore them? Who loves the Worn down souls Unable to open Computer tops For fear of seeing Everyone else's joy As they Sit alone. We are conditioned … Continue reading For the Motherless Child