My life is a process Of inhaling and exhaling Of grieving the passing of Rejoicing in the newness of Feeling the wisdom of pain Wearing the comfort of love Hiding from myself While searching high and low Before finding myself Being fearful of what’s to come And being proud of what’s behind My life is…
Since he’s been around The words don’t spill out They live inside me They grow stronger More colorful, joyful A changing vocabulary Positively charged And full of hope, dreams A kaleidoscope landscape Of endless possibility And like waterfalls The words fall Effortlessly, beautifully Onto a canvas Where I paint them
Hiding behind scars As if they are trees Camouflaged And silent And buried deep Are the cries of help And the hopes of joy All words end here Some days I can’t even speak without hating myself.
There was a time before I was diagnosed with severe depression that it seemed all the pain was leaking out of my eyes. I don’t miss those tears. I cried into my oatmeal No real reason why Just really tired you see I cried on the treadmill I felt broken and betrayed Need a nap…
We try so hard sometimes to fit into worlds we aren’t compatible with. It took too long for me to realize I had a lot to offer to the right person. I finally started building a nest my way and home came to me. I tried to weave myself into a life Just a comfy…
Today I sat with some past traumas. Sometimes they surface and I’ve learned to listen. Light leaves the room Full of shadows I close my eyes And wish words away I wish her away I wish him away But the shadows stay And I know tomorrow I’ll never feel the same Because the shadows Grabbed…
We have to grow into things And sometimes it’s dark and cruel That expectation To just be able to do and do And when you can’t do Because that isn’t how you grow The judgement is stifling The community goes quiet And the growing into things Becomes backing out of things Becomes avoiding things And…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started as a flow painting but became a dragon before o was done. Original available on Hastywords Art. Held inside corners And broken over easy I folded my promises Into acrylics and oil All the blue mourners The daydreaming free Grow into dragons From black…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started as an idea but morphed into a memory. Some memories remind me of who I was and who I no longer am. Prints coming soon to Hastywords Art. I close my eyes To toilet paper Littering concrete I stand inside A doorless stall Like…
My poetry prompt for NaPoWriMo and Cheer Peppers is a mixed media painting that started with an experiment with alcohol ink. Prints available at Hastywords Art . There are so many stories where butterflies represent death and rebirth. A loved one’s soul manifest etc. and if that’s true I hope to be surrounded by butterflies and know each of…
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