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,…

Attempt 1

I’m drinking grape juice from a wine glass, attempted placebo just isn’t the same as red wine on my lips I’m thinking of all the changes of late unsure how to pen the words I’ve kept hidden Poetry was my voice, I grew tired of hearing the same old story, the same old script time…

Dad

I’m watching ‘Philadelphia’, eating fettucine alfredo and sipping champagne as I wear my father’s ‘Squatters’ shirt and allow the motivation to do nothing more overwhelm me. I’ve been walking through life since his recent passing, attempting to push down the pain as I usually do, but this time it is different: it is too all…

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…

500

I started writing poems when I was young, but nothing I would call a true hobby. I would write about God, religion, prayer, overcoming the flesh, all with the idea that I was on a journey toward salvation. Later, after difficult growth and trauma, I started writing poems for my own sanity; not to preach…

Unleash

If my thoughts were unleashed I would mourn my daughter growing up, not needing me as much, finding love and creating her own patterns and rituals, wanting to hide photos of when she was younger because she’s embarrassed of how she looked, and it doesn’t matter that I see an angel, she sees something else….

Tedium

My heartbeat quickens, my head feels light as I attempt to take the steps I’ve been taught are right Get up in the morning, move the body and soul don’t stay in bed  to hear the call of a soft pillow Get my sneakers on head straight to the gym work my body so my…

Questions

I have an abundance to be grateful for while also having to face my demons no matter my progress I still feel the emptiness the nagging anger the venom I speak all in an effort to cloak my vulnerability. I am not always a snake yet I look in the mirror wonder why I say…