I’ve got nothing Going numb Days seem long Filtered Getting old Over again.
Tag: grief
Normal – March 21, 2019
I’m not objective. how could I be? Always my own cheerleader. Everything’s great, I’ve got this, No problem. Fake it till you break it. Sit down, strap up, and hold on. It’s not... You don’t... you’re hurt... It’s ok, the good news is, You’re normal.
Cloaked – May 14, 2019
This family, Is not mine Un-included Far away Distant thought Touches down Separate the pain Packed into boxes The picture drawn Delicate Rage placed Just out of sight Between the lines Stippled over An artists piece Studied You’ll find me there Emotions checked Hiding inside The beauty drawn On the page In front of you.
Hold My Hand – May 12, 2018
The sky slurs awake, As the day begins. My eyes creep open. This weight From years gone by, Alone and heavy. You never visit me while I sleep, But surround me in sorrow In my waking hour. On edge. Inhales shallow. Eyes swollen. Unnumbered hours Have passed me by Without the scent of you. Today … Continue reading Hold My Hand – May 12, 2018
Skin – May 7, 2019
Want to shed this skin. Urges come and go. To release the hate It holds me tight, Binded. Cracking the door Open, as it shuts. Slammed in my face. Fuel trickling on the fire. Burning in its place. Right where I am, Is right where I’ll be.
Can’t – May 8, 2019
I can’t do it. I don’t want to do it. But I do, For others Even when there’s nothing left for me.
A concept – May 7, 2019
What if I were to tell you, Life is one big perception. Would you believe me?
If There Is A God – February 17, 2019
My mom believed God would save her, At least welcome her. I believe, if there is a God, For her.
Belly – May 8, 2019
My belly is bloated. Full of this queasiness I cannot exude. I’m left with swishing. Gurgling up into my Adam’s apple, That belongs to you.
Join Me – May 8, 2019
Come, join me. Let’s drown in sadness. Sulk in the fluid river of tears. Swim in the lakes of our demise. Flirt with what’s coming. Take my hand, join me. In this beautiful dance, But before you do Grab ahold of something That will pull you up, Remind you, You are still alive.
Talking to you…Vulnerable 5/9/19
The strength it takes to be, is immense. I thought I was strong before, I let myself be. Now, most days, I know I am because I let myself be. It’s a double edged sword, ironic, dare I say, hypocritic. I hate it, and love it. It makes me feel weak, but in the end … Continue reading Talking to you…Vulnerable 5/9/19
Fate – May 8, 2019
By the time You decide It’s too late. Universe, Please, don’t let that be my fate.
Weeps – May 8, 2019
As the child weeps, Sorrow seeps. The willow, its muse. Nothing ahead. Nothing behind. An empty abyss Swirling around. One heartbeat found Frozen. In sorrow, As the child weeps.
Strong – May 6, 2019
The strong one, pushes through. The strong one, forgets to cry. The strong one, keeps on going. The strong one, holds your hand. The strong one, builds you up. The strong one, finds their smile. Until...
The Coaster – January 30, 2019
Uneasy, Twisting with uncertainty. As a thousand tears Scratch the surface. Peace promises To be ‘round the bend. Tapping my shoulder, Taunting me to let go. Back and forth and up and down. The coaster doesn’t slow. My heart howls, As my spirit hangs on.
I Promise – April 30, 2019
I promise, One thing With me. You’ll never be bored. I’ll keep you guessing. On your toes. You go right? I’ll go left. Never, Will you catch up to me. I’m a moving target. Always feeling what’s on my sleeve, Roll ‘Em up, Let's get dirty. I promise, One thing With me. I’ve let go, … Continue reading I Promise – April 30, 2019
Conflict – April 25, 2019
I know you hate conflict, My life has been one big conflict. It’s suffocating, I'm sure you understand.
Back to Her – March 6, 2018
I didn't let myself, How dare I let myself, Why let myself. ~~~ I felt nothing but relief when it happened. The end felt freeing. I'm ok with that now, I can live with that. Little did I know, that moment also began my journey back to her.
Knocking – January 8, 2018
I think the stars have aligned, Or mom is telling us it's time. How many knocks on the door is it going to take? Before I break. *** I love you so much. I'm standing here, waiting all alone. Building an army. A layer of protection. In case you never answer.
Pleh – April 14, 2019
Wishing you wanted in. Pleh, or do I?