To my children in case of my untimely death (because this is the shit I think about), We are all born on the same path, every living being is given the opportunity to live and to die. No matter the length or what your journey is filled with. Live and love without reservation, regret, and … Continue reading Talking to you…Dear Children, – June 28, 2019
I remember that day, So very long ago. Stuck in my head, A blink of an eye, It appears Right in front of me. ~~~ I followed her up the stairs, Like you always told me to do. She was screaming And yelling, I did not understand. Did she know this would be her last … Continue reading Talking to you…I followed her up those stairs 6/28/19
Nestled in, It was her Hovering in my head. Right there. I could feel her hand on my back, The smell she wore. As my eyes blinked closed I felt her dress lightly Brush my leg, And she was gone. In an instant, Forever.
Working the room, A Filial beloved Drowns in The must permeating. ~~~ Building, Layers on skin. Blinding eyes To truth. ~~~ Sitting, solitary. An empty room surrounds me. The chill of metal On my legs Pressing into my hide, As one, we sit in place. ~~~ White walls Evade emotion. Fluorescent bulbs, No windows Seal … Continue reading Obligatory Love – May 31, 2019
Mama, please don’t go, I’m not strong enough. The memory of you, Lost in the waves of time And too volatile to prod. ~~~ Life moves fast, I had no choice. Heart breaks a thousand times each day Bellowing for you. ~~~ Your lessons are a record, In my mind, But I’m still weak Not … Continue reading Motherless Daughter – May 24, 2019
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
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.