The Silent Whir

reflecting through memories and information, exploring personal history amidst a maze...

The Pact

a poem about dissociation and the need for compassion...

The Woven Sea

I close my eyes, into that hush, you know the one, between thunder and thought, where even time takes a breath. And for just a moment... I am weightless.

Growing Flowers from the Wounds

I am every jagged edge of rock waiting to be climbed; to see what’s beyond.

Roses and Alabaster

It whispers the ugliest words, echoes of those who hurt the tenderness in us.

Inner Child

Running my fingers over the scars, I close my eyes.

A Different Kind Of Damaged

I can only sit and observe the winding streets of your hurt.

Soul Genocide

Into ash and stone leaping downwards. This place would never feel like home.

The Current Tide

Thinking of home I am a Universal vagabond with my heart strapped on

Un-Acknowledged

In the hovering bowels of mysticism where the cynics hang their hats, she waits to be acknowledged.

Discussion Encouraged

You can give a million pieces of your heart.