The Heart Drive

Beautiful

It does not just happen till spring’s met winter and the burn of its chill wrenches away every leaf of your branches cold as the cold wind blows the veneer you believe is you it’s just superficial untested a pure seeming a childish innocence smiling and ignorant then the split of sudden change rends you…

Animal of burden

I wanted to be built like the sleek creature for hunting, or an elegant light beauty made delicate wings born for flight. Instead I was shaped to be an animal of burden. My neck and back lack grace, curved from the weight of years spent caring for the ungrateful and perhaps even the undeserving. Their…

Running in place

I am getting used to the taste of failure on a daily diet of steady rejection from my fiercest wants doors slammed in my face no matter where I go there is no escape so I learn to get comfortable with running in place sweating out one heartbeat at a time I can’t love the…

Wounded Bird, Glory Unbound

I call you mine without possession this us by design an impenetrable creation what’s yours what’s mine a fortress of intention asynchronous lives unbind pure elation as parted halves unite a rising perfection all things reveal in time I need you more than I want to admit I am this wounded bird wronged by the…

I Missed You Too

The hours crawl by slowly agonizing down the lengths of my needs exposed softly tucked away beneath strengths slithering about lowly all the sticky bits I can’t admit in the storm gathering force I get the batteries ready cells of accumulated resources that lie stored and untapped planning for the day I wanted to hide…

The crack in everything

We need the people we care about because facing the dark alone is tough there’s a chilling in the bones pulse-quickening fear trickles down the spine the uneasy swallow bracing against what will come next and getting what you don’t want hurts it’s the parting of the skin of the comfort craved not attaining what…

Childhood

Holding hostage complete control over my life while wielding no control over theirs was a scary upbringing.

Survivor’s Guilt

I’m a walking cemetery of all that’s lost the buried names etched into memories carried on a breeze that whispers it should have been me always reminding they’ll be gone if I forget and then, what will it have meant?

Labyrinth

I’m a maze countless paths winding halls of voices calling wanderers to lose their way trapped in a daze of their choices they thought were freely made I inch my way past the archway of each new endeavor underneath the corpses of slain efforts frustration is the gate that births me everyday I’m frail under…

Pieces of me

I should have been a bloody mangled mess they tell me it’s impossible when they learn what I survived as a kid taught to submit groomed to please they circumcised my anger forcefully left my rage unscabbed blindly wounds are the colors of moods we respond with I became a watercolor maelstrom of mental illness…

Just

Much of life is near misses and it’s not like there’s a lot of second chances so letting go and sacrifices are real misses in the end strike outs knowing this time that just passed never returns some days I just can’t see the point of pontificating once again why you gotta act so damn…