I am trapped. Body bound in webs. Unable to move forward or go back. I cannot live here forever. The future would mean nothing but a slow death. Left to rot in the dark. *** In my shaking hands I hold a lit match. It could burn away my binds. Free me entirely. Banishing the…

My heart bleeds. For they do not recognize what is important to me. History unknown out of ignorance. They do not know what makes me myself. Other priorities higher on the list. An afterthought. *** My mind cries. For I do not always recognize what is important to me. Content to mask it behind unimportance.…

Medicine has its uses. Heals the broken and mends the body. Returning you to a better state. The only problem is that medicine is terribly bitter. An insult to the senses in addition to the pain. Reminding of a horrible situation. *** Hot tea also has its uses. A sweet flavor on the tongue. Transporting…

I feel better. No, that ache is not gone yet. It still takes residence deep in my bones. It is just not neighbors with my heart anymore. It lives somewhere else less vital. Where I can breathe still. *** I feel better. No, the source of the stress is not gone. It is muted. Silenced…

Space between is a funny thing. Relative to the second degree. Brain and heart coming to consensus. Both equally confounded. Often unequal in intensity. Vying for attention at all times. *** Sometimes they do match up. The addition of a single wall an exponential increase in distance. Even if still within earshot feeling miles away.…

It is straight magic when life syncs up. The little patterns that feel intentional and interesting. A glimpse at an ever changing mandala. Seeing the beauty in the chaos. There is another secret that even less people know. That there are other instances of life acting in sync. *** That both good and bad things…

The cool night is my club. Creating rhythm in my very heart. I never need lights for my eyes are closed anyway. What I am interested in is always inside. More vibrant than any man made light. Yet somehow more gentle. *** I dance under tree tops. A holy roof for my feelings. I do…

Circles are fun as a little kid and even more so in a wheelchair. Faster and faster. Round and round. Gravity made insignificant outside of the core. Only able to handle the spin with a flexible mind. A kind of blurry gracefulness. *** As an adult I do a different kind of circle with or…

Never mistake a soft voice for a person being fine. For even a whimper is a sign of distress. All that is possible to muster. Nevertheless dire. A last ditch cry for help. Or the only one that there is energy for. *** Not everyone has the nature of red hot steel. Biting back equally…

I wanted to be a mermaid as a little kid. Firmly believing that they could exist in some unknown corner of the earth. Like the drawings in the corner of ancient maps along with sea monsters. But the monsters were never my fascination as I paged through mermaid lore books for children. I felt like…