It’s been a hard year and it continues on, a nightmare of racism, brutality, a pandemic, isolation, loneliness and death. I don’t have poetry in me, yet I keep watching the news hoping for some change from our current state, but it is all the same, we are at war within ourselves and with the…
Category: Mental Health
Mosaic
I’m not broken, just like shattered pieces miraculously come back togetherimproved upon by time and the wisdom of age.I’m not broken because my love was taken for granted,unaccepted, rejected,betrayed.I’m not broken because I took him back as I hoped for change,and it’s not my fault I was his prey,I can’t take that blame.and it’s not…
Wake Up
Wake up little girl, you’re too far gone, plant your feet on the ground and start walking life has changed so quickly, time is a blur, things may never go back to the way they were take heed to the lessons this crisis is teaching, decide to take action, stop side-stepping be urgent, stop thinking,…
Casualty
I felt pretty when you spoke to me, like the mirror became kinder, I painted my nails, wore red lipstick, even gave myself a wink. I strutted with a more confident step, felt my eyes meet others instead of the ground, tried to keep a smile instead of a grimace, all because I felt seen…
Seascape
I am diving too much into news, buzzes and feeds, brutally aware of their intended distraction. I feel I am walking through mud as I attempt to make tiny steps toward productivity. When I do take a pause, without this device that threatens to bend my thumbs into a permanent texting state, I feel the…
Pang
My psychiatrist tells me I am progressing, taking the necessary steps toward healing but I can’t find a therapist who will listen to all the unpacking I need to purge the system is flooded and all I can hope for is an outsourced counseling student who is earning her hours when what I really need…
Flee
It is the easiest thing to feel the slightest discomfort and want to sabotage, flee all because we are scared to death of true connection, unmuddied by the nuisance of unwarranted conflict we seem to crave the chase, crave those who treat us like shit all for some validation that we can make them love…
Old Songs
I walked into nature alone today and immediately felt the breeze envelop me the sound of the brook babbling trees whistling and whispering to me my phone still had a signal a song came on one I have sung a thousand times before but this time it created a swell of memories I had pushed…
