My mind strengthens but my heart falters

A feeling rushed so my mind alters course.

I thought I was ready, but the remorse burns

Maybe I’ve made another wrong turn?...

Here lies a thought,

a feeling, an idea.

It’s bitter end unexpected by some

yet foretold by many.

It is remembered and mimicked often

but it’s shades are never the same -

distorted by mistellings and untruths.

It was always fragile;

it’s pulse always weak.

And those who hated the idea were all too quick and willing to misunderstand it.

But they couldn’t kill it themselves;

ideas, alth...

Weathered and beaten

Tired and alone

It sits in a field

A long forgotten stone.

It speaks no ill,

It bears no hate,

It is merely a marker

Proclaiming one’s fate.

And on it written,

etched words hardly seen:

‘A young boy not forgotten,

a soldier in green.

He fought for his country,

he fought to be free,

God grant him mercy,

he was only eighteen.’...

I’ve eaten, eaten, eaten;

but I am never full.

I am gluttony; I am selfish; I am sin.

starving, insatiable,

No matter what I eat,

I cannot seem to fill my heart....

A tuft, a puff, a slightness

a caress, a brush, a fineness,

a gentle sway in the wind,

a long forgotten softly hummed hymn.

A feather light touch

on sensitive skin.

The beginnings of a smile

as you’re staring at him.

A flicker of light

in the darkest of rooms

The stars in the night

or a sliver of moon.

Words whispered sweetly

from the one that you love.

A night of safekeeping

on the w...

There’s something about passing time

and nostalgia

and bittersweet memories barely remembered;

the snippets of time haphazardly stapled together as the wallpaper of my heart - some spots still bleeding, others long scabbed over.

There’s something about passing time

that tastes sweetly at first.

Fresh and new, like it was just yesterday when I heard you calling my name.

And then it begins to so...

Light and airy

Bright and free

No more drowning in memory

Swirling depths

Undisturbed

Finally drained

The heart unperturbed

Warmth and healing

Bathed in sun

A horizon met

While out on a run...

“Another day in the trenches, wouldn’t you say?”

The small and large intestines were known to each other simply as Largo and Smalls; only named in reverse like it was some incredibly ingenious way to confuse the stomach when she came to dump her refuse, despite only having a route to Largo’s orifice.

Largo grumbled an answer that Smalls couldn’t quite hear in the midst of Largo’s digesting of ...

Why am I always the one less desired?

The bile in my throat tastes of shame and I wonder why I’ve never been enough.

If I were enough for someone, surely I wouldn’t have been chosen last.

I’m lacking.

My missing pieces leave gaping jagged holes whose endless darkness swallows anything that comes near.

An unknowing passerby stumbles by and I think to myself, “maybe, just maybe, I’ve found...

I used to think I needed you

I thought you made me strong

But sitting here alone for once

Has taught me I was wrong.

I won’t say it’s the first time

And probably not the last

But this sudden change of scenery

Has given me a chance.

It’s my time to make it,

to show you that I can.

The next time that you see me,

I’ll be a different woman....