Fear

Children are a blessing I can’t argue that fact They are the light of my life The reason I wake up every day My purpose in fighting To show them the way They bring me mountains of happiness Make my heart sing An eternal love song playing in the back of my mind Keeping time …

Ammunition

I know where you’ve been The reality behind strained grin Long sleeves Baggy shirts Underneath it all is hurt Make-up doesn’t hide the sign Emotional decline Soul damaged and burnt Confusion and chaos Not really living Utterly lost Weight of your demons Holding you down Pretending and hiding Praying for an end Or some quick …

House on the Hill

The house on hill looks like it’s smiling. An ironic illusion. Who thought to dig out a flat spot on a hill? It was obviously meant for landslides, not living. It does make for a lovely view. You’ll see, once the swelling, bruises, rage and fear subside. Or a new family moves in. It’s clear …

Storm

I am strong, but I am tired It’s not a matter of gratitude I have enough Wanting only distractibility Lucky are the disengaged The buyers, the consumers, the healthy The weightless Shopping for the best deal Tragedy came and stole my party Starving myself to shed the weight Living proof Bones are tenacious You are …

Numb

I'm not sure that this feeling can be described as numb. Maybe I just haven't gotten there yet, or it's possible that I have passed it up, after all, numb means that you can't feel anything. So how am I to know? Let's get on with the show. I am quite uncomfortable, inside and outside …

Sinner

  I chopped off the head of a snake once. I am responsible for the death of millions of wasps and spiders. I tried to save the field mice, but there were just too many feasting off my food and fouling shelves with fecal matter. I know, I know, it’s barbaric behavior, and I beg …

Beauty and Bruises

  If you can no longer handle my truth If you can no longer handle my voice If you can longer handle my strength If you can no longer handle my beauty If you can no longer handle my bruises You no longer get to be in in my tribe

Perfume

Memories waft in and out of the here and now and past and before. Mingling in the air, she breathes and speaks of dreams and nightmares. Life woven together from bits and pieces a faint reminder. Photographs and faces are faded and wrinkled from time and worry. Forehead kisses soft and sweet, once received now …

Before she Leaves

Mom. I'm here. What are you doing? Trying to get up. Why? Because I’m going home. Not today mom. You have to stay here. Tell me what you did today? We visited the neighbors. And that Spanish man. Did he tell you about dinner? He is having dinner with dad. We have to get home …

Slay

You think you got me this time, don’t you? Sadistic, sketchy, smooth son of a bitch. Pushing me from behind Bashing my face into boundaries I set in stone. Pile it on. Pound my head for the millionth time. You think that will stop me? Pain is my middle name. You forgot about the mountains …