I need more than verbal. Action to show sincerity. The follow through instead of quick passing. For I know the laws of dictation better than most. What comes from the mouth does not necessarily reflect the sayer. Holes of self hidden by the unspoken filter. Crafted specifically for the target. What they yearn to hear.…

I don’t know how you do it. Face each day anew. You know what awaits you. It stands ahead knowing that you will come. Dark as a raincloud and just as ominous in spirit. Conserving energy as you use your own. *** How could you ever hope to win this battle of wills? You continue…

I have realized why I have always struggled. Never seemed to fit in. Stripes and feathers never quite matching others. It was because I was not exactly their kind. I was just created differently from the beginning. I was just born to be a mockingbird. *** A conglomeration of so many sounds. My mother’s quick…

I would like to think I was different. Smarter, more resilient, learned. But I also have learned from experience. I know it would work on me. That loaded sigh. The feigned weakness. Beautiful way you break with practice. You know that I am no different than others. You lose now to win in the long…

Would you blame me if I would leave it all behind? Taking the good and the bad to abandon in kind. Craving the unfamiliar so I could make it mine. *** Home is a living contradiction you see. The hospital feels like a second home to me. Pain and discomfort as normal as could be.…

He sits there staring at the ceiling. There is oh so much work to be done. What she requested. What he had neglected. What sits safely out of sight. He meant to return. Left it ready for preparation. It would be so easy to start again for he made it so. But a voice speaks…

I never ask for much. Never for perfection. Just enough to function. I run like a classic car, you see. Runs a little rough and not treated well by time. Paint missing here and rust formed there. Maybe fixed prettier after a share of attention and care. But never new again. Forever classic. Parts can…

It takes one voice to echo. One voice to sow the seeds of doubt. One voice to become a statistic of failure. It takes one tongue to lie. One tongue to cause distrust. One tongue to become a reason why. It takes many arms to protect. Many arms to piece back together. Many arms to…

I can handle this much. Never thought I could for so long. Traveling upwards on steps that became plateaus. After awhile, the steps up do not feel like much of a difference. The air feels just as thin as before and the struggle just as real. So I climb higher not minding the burden. ***…

I spy a man on a ladder. Won’t somebody help him down? The lower steps have long since fallen and lay scattered all over the ground. Maybe if he could turn back time, he could change his place. His current position is no longer one he wants to face. So he has no choice but…