My life is filled with the sound of creaking. It never keeps me awake. In fact, it is so common that it puts me to sleep. An unusual lullaby I enjoy. That fills the silence. Harsh tone turned soothing. *** I hear that creaking in the floorboards. Underfoot as my mom passes by my bedroom.…

There are days I am breaking down. Crumbling from the top to the bottom. Heart unable to stand on its own. The darkness much deeper than it has ever been before. Those days are the ones where I need support the most. *** I rely on those little gestures. From an unasked for hug to…

It turns out I have teeth. I never even knew. I thought they had been pulled out long ago. Lost to disuse and the rest pulled out by him. Too scared to even check even when threatened. For I know how weak I am. *** But he bit me first and I bit back. I…

Playgrounds are an innocent place. Built for childhood fun and exploration. Where one could touch the sky using the swings. Escaping gravity and embracing imagination. Wondering if one could take flight entirely. Why then was I often bothered by the playground? *** It was not because of my disability. No, it only happened under certain…

I know how I felt that day. Even if I buried it along time ago. An era of sharp needles pointed directly at my soft spot. Long blunted by time and covered by an obscuring blanket. Until I can no longer remember the details. Hopefully lost forever. *** Part of me still feels it still.…

You are my twin star. Born of the same flame. Developing under similar conditions. Mirroring flaw and talent alike. Traveling throughout the universe in time. A bond not just anyone can replace. *** We might shoot off in different directions entirely. Or am I seeing it all in reverse? But the moment we need someone…

Sometimes I wonder what my gifts are. They could be what make me feel good. But that seems to come and go. A one two tempo that ability never seems to match. Whimsical and obeying its own rules. A song experimental in nature. *** The gifts could be what makes other people feel good. Creating…

Sometimes the struggles seem never ending. They crash against me one after the other after the other. Causing damage all around me. Until I am afraid that I might break as well. Snapped in half from the weight of it all. Doomed from the start. *** As cruel as time is towards me though, it…

I hope you are proud of yourself. You that leeches from the poor. Seeing an easy target and moving in for the kill. Giving only to take away along with a little extra. Who cares if that extra goes to you or the abyss. The only thing that matters is it existed in the first…

Be gentle with yourself. Not just because it is what you deserve but because it is what you need. A breath. A rest. An eventual inhale in between the screaming. Encouraging to reevaluate the situation. *** Healing does not happen under pressure. That is how pressure sores are formed. Oozing, blistering, open wounds that only…