doubt

what if 

he has

seen 

her

and me?

what would you have me say 
or do 
for you?

when i am more vulnerable 
and fragile 
than you? 

nature’s mirror

i am not pretty 

i have always known it,

but when i stand surrounded 

by warm sunlight 

by drifting fireflies 

then evening’s moonlight 

beneath the array of starlight,

there is so much more here

against my skin

a light from within 

weighted and meaningful…

Amends

Can you meet me at the corner 

of “Forgiveness” and “Compromise?”

Where we’ll talk things out

until we laugh so hard we cry 

Then we’ll make our way down the lane

to the gazebo called “Music Nights”

where soft soulful sounds start 

when you walk under the lights 
We’ll dance a little maybe or just sway 

making it easy, making it right 

Moonlight

I went out searching for the moon yesterday,

and it only peeked through the clouds 

as if to let me know "Yes, I am in fact here,"

and then chose to stay behind dark clouds

alluding me seemingly on purpose.

Those peek-a-boo moments delighted me

and made me laugh. The world is a funny

thing. People are similar. I made myself 

satisfied. Finally, I left...

him (boy version)

I cannot abandon

that young boy anymore

I pushed him aside 

just to make sure 

everyone else was alright

and to be honest 

I am not sure I have not just

continued to do that 

the rest of my life

her

I cannot abandon 

that young girl anymore

I pushed her aside 

just to make sure 

everyone else was alright

and to be honest 

I am not sure I have not just

continued to do that 

the rest of my life

Dancing

Somewhere I am dancing

and you have never seen me before

And I am meeting

a person's eyes whom I adore

Somewhere I am carefree

daring to get out and explore

And I am creating 

memories I don't want to ignore

therapy

lying on the floor 
singing my heart out 
to every song with a tune
in the cadence of my soul 

the thoughts consume 
they fill this room
and i must exhume
the sentiment piercing and whole 

rubies

she watched him fill his life 

with the details of her

until she decorated his world 

like she was his security 

then saw him pluck it all out 

one by one she was disappearing

until all the little pieces 

and traces of her were gone,

just as easily 

My Lifeline

When men have proved 
faulty, untrustworthy, and cruel 
you, my Father, rise to the top
consistently Good and above them all 

I remind myself that every one does not 
delight in seeing me cry
There exists a superior Almighty
that pays a close and caring watchful eye…

the reason

i arrived hopeful 
and full of life 
joy ripped though me 
i laughed and sighed 

i gathered courage 
to burst upon the scene 
and realized soon 
no one is here with me 

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : are you?

Are you happy?

I hope that all the distance 

is what your soul craves. 

That it is what is right in your very being. 

That you smile from the freedom of it. 

(chorus)

I am leaving. 

Soon, so that I can feel a semblance of dignity. 

It was not as it should be. 

I had no true friend, nothing worth staying. 

But I am still happy for you…

Writing Practice 2: Hidden places

I have hidden places 

but perhaps you have them more

are they cool and dry 

and safe?

Do you cry and pace?

Feel at ease or ever ashamed?

Do you talk to yourself and make sure

you are okay?

I have hidden places 

few have ever been invited in

but I wonder if you barely know

that yours exists within?

strong vs weak

we were standing there 

three in a worldwide family 

and you’d have to agree

how much this should be unlikely 

she cried and was angry 

and he answered her barely 

until he chased her out 

perceiving her a threat 

or atleast pretended for her to be 

and i stood there, mouth agape

that was all required of me

In his way

The moon has never come 

because i called him 

He has simply shown up consistently 

every so often 

to bask upon my face in the evenings. 

In his time. 

In his way. 

And it has filled me. 

Every time. 

Les’Nspired 

I Am Poetry

I am poetry. 

I will no longer fight it. 

Let the darkness rage 

against it. 

Let reality do its worst. 

I am poetry. 

The essence of which 

will flutter delicately 

and then burst. 

Sentimental Reasons

Sentimental reasons 

for the way we go about it 

learning to navigate the truth
in the middle of it

difficult letting go 

of all we work to hide from
revealing vulnerable pieces 

we risk another will run from