Maybe... a poem

Maybe…

Stomach grinding, turning in on itself. Hope rising, only to be shut down again. I want to believe… I want to think I am invisible and fearless. I want to forget the pain that’s made me bitter. My heart is slow to begin again. My brain is sure I’m delusional. Secretly, I

Did you think you could take me down? - A Poem

I Know It Too

There’s a place between sanity and fear that exists only to taunt me. It brings me to my knees and asks me the questions I don’t have answers to. My pride is standing, trying not to flee, but it’s failing in the end.  A mess of a person in it’s wake. It’s so much easier to taunt…

Gripping #Poetry filled with irony and sarcasm

Just a Person

I’m just a person. Torn up, rattled down, beaten round, and a little bit crazy. Looking to the future hoping I’ll make it. Looking to the past and questioning everything. I could lie you know. Give it my best shot. Sing to the world of all my praise and never wonder what happened to little…

I'm sorry

I’m Sorry.

I’m sorry. I’m sorry you had to worry, and be afraid…  and embarrassed. I’m sorry you had to be uncomfortable. That you lost the respect of your peers because of me. I’m sorry you had to watch me cry and wonder if I’d be okay. That you had to question whether it was something you…

A Nice Neat Box

All of Me – A Poem

I’ll obey all the rules, doing everything fine, and live without worry and keep a sane mind.  But the universe laughed and remarked in it’s way, “A box would make you entirely grey.” I pouted, I kicked, I screamed for revenge. But the universe taught me the path to get in.  Into my heart, into…

You.

You.

I want to know you.  Not the idealistic perfected person you have made yourself into. Not the highly vibrating, totally alive, depression immune, articulately scheduled, financially successful, completely planned out and happy you. But the real you.  The person you are when you let it all go. When you’re in this moment and you look into my…

Pain

During the last two years I have felt some intense emotional pain. Pain that I wish would go away. Pain that has driven me to breaking points, and threatened my sanity. And even though I am experiencing resolution with the cause of the pain, I feel a deep need to mourn. I’ve had to be strong…

The Phoenix Poem

The Phoenix

And so she walked toward her destiny. Her whole life culminating to this moment alone. To step over the threshold, take hold of the rope. Bring all her learning, go forth in all she’d been trained.  What will my life be? What will I call my own name?  “I will be me,” she said, knowing…