Sometimes I feel small and stupid. Attempting to go after a goal I could never reach. Making a fool of myself acting like I have way more power than I do. Wasting time and energy. A pattern I fall into in hopes of impressing others or only God’s eyes. Stretching myself into a role that…

Sometimes a sad song runs through me. Knocking the dust off the hammers. Even as the wood splinters, staying in perfect tune. But who can say for whom the song is for. An unseen eye or to stay off the age. At least to protect what good form is left. *** A dusty piano sits…

I do not mind a life or death situation. At least if I fail, it is predictable. I might not have the chance to fade before I am ready. All my undone wants tied up with a neat little bow. Goodbyes said. Story finished. *** I would rather it had a name. Something I can…

Who is the arbiter for you. Do they listen and do what is fair? Fair to you or themselves instead. Exclusionary is a scary word. Hints at unbalance. A flaw in the system. *** Others covet the power. Crawling from the cracks in the walls like vermin. Not caring for the balance. Single minded push…

When I awake it begins. Or perhaps it already started. Images and places I have never been rubbed from my eyes with the blurriness. Good and bad colors chased away by sun. But my perspective is now stained. The sun takes longer than a day to bleach away the rest. *** I am haunted. A…

Where did the feeling go? I swear I just had it. Set in down the moment I was not using it. Left to wait on some dusty shelf. But now that I truly need it, it is stuck in a jail I do not know the location of. Waiting patiently like a puppy at the…

She stands shrouded in black. A veil covers her face so nobody else can see her expression. It is not a loss of family or friends she attends for though you could say it is. The funeral is none other than her own. She both lies six feet under and stands at the banquet table…

I think it would be nice to have a time traveling keyboard. An uncommon superpower and unusual wish. Thought of by the idle mind staring at the wall. Not the logical choice but a philosophical one. Pulled from a place of longing. I could barely begin to tell you how useful it would be for…

I apologize for running. It is out of habit you see. So used to getting bit by snakes in the tall grass. Any movement sends me running for protection. Looking for anti venom before the bite even happens. Following a pattern that does not always hold true. *** I know you just want to surprise…

Does it hurt? Good. No, I am not wishing pain upon you. I just know what it means. What a blessing it is. That you continue to draw breath still. *** It hurts because you are past it. The damage has already occurred and yet you remain. The throbbing, dull persistent ache. Tingling across the…