Mother

All of the things that were not given to me as a child I now give to myself and my children will never have to question where to go when their hearts are searching for home (Image by Katie M. Berggren)

Demolition

Nightmares are tolerable Same old thing Chased and cheated Trapped and tricked Falling and failing Nothing all that terrible It’s the spiders I can’t stand Crawling over my legs Snacking on my neck I flick them off Half asleep Wondering how high the pile will be One of my favorite things to wake up to……

Vulture Culture

I had a feeling my world was amiss. I’d been dizzy, foggy, confused, listless. There was familiarity there, beside me, dog-like loyalty. Curiosity kept pulling at the leash, trying to change my direction. An auspicious white light in the distance caught my eye, illuminated by freshly sprouted emerald grass. My stomach turned, my heart skipped.……

Punk

Dirty gene pool Dead body bloated belly up Drank from the right cup Burning bridges are a beautiful sight Someone isn’t ready for the bright side Thank your heavenly Mother I’m better than that Here we go Making change happen Shove me into a stereotypical little box Hypocritical lummox Boiling water Lobster scream You were……

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

Save Me

Circles Connect and continue Pass on, pass away, give away, take away The borders become heavier, thicker, fenced As years go by and pain is imprinted And love is gone missing Stay inside the lines Let my longing begin to Deviate And make a softer mark Reflecting my deserving heart Spiral through the years And……