A Poem — What scrapes against me feels jagged as if I bypassed an errant nail and it sharpened itself inside my emotions leaving me with a deeper cut than expected and a whitewashing of feelings that I am still trying to breathe back to life Sometimes my days feel jagged, sharp-ended like the…

A Poem — What does it look like when we feel so forlorn? When melancholy mind meshes with the melody of pure sadness We wake, down, trying to lift ourselves up and holding onto hope that up will be high enough to get us out of this pit We know the pit is…

A Poem — Sometimes I wake up with my head foggy wondering what happened in that lucid dream state where reality was suspended and I was a fly on the wall of an episode of a tv show where I was an extra with only one line and I really nailed it, but still woke up like this…

A Poem — I don’t know where I might’ve buried it because it was too much to bear, that feeling of hopelessness and the rigors of despair so I balled it up small and pressed it tight until it was tiny subsumed Outflow like the wind tracing my steps down a narrow path searching for the dirt…

A Poem — Lay me down in the fields and let me linger in the sun one ray at a time, this body refilling itself to wholeness so that it can withstand the raindrops of the world and the tears inside Let me walk the open fields and never see the end because I want…

A Poem — Maybe I knew this That it’s always been you and maybe it’s been hard to make such an admission in the face of what is, but that doesn’t change anything that sits here deep inside of my chest hiding from itself so no one can read the tiny scribbled note that I hold inside of me until the time is right…