I remember going along a pathway near my grandma’s house. It was a long path back from a park. An isolated area where backyards faced each other. It felt far longer than it actually was because of my age at the time. I would try to peer through the slats of the fence on occasion.…

You will find me somewhere between hope and oblivion. A space as wide as the black between the stars. As promising as the shadows behind your eyelids. Hopeful as the whispers in the back of the mind. I beg of you, please find me. Dig me from the void I have fallen in. I would…

Oh darling, do not fear. I know that these monsters are real but I am here. They come with needles and equipment in the dark of night. When you are expected to be asleep. I will be your eyes during those dark times. Letting you know when it is time to fight. *** Oh darling,…

At what point does summer become fall? Hinting signs of cold times. I know you want to pretend that the cycle has not begun again. I know you will try to fight it. It is in your nature to be a fighter. Wilting into magnificent colors and patterns. *** The line of fall into winter…

It becomes my lullaby. The medicinal taste on my tongue. The way it silences the pain. Guiding me to a chaotic sleep. Somewhere between nightmare and oblivion. I do not enjoy taking it. *** It lets me not have to show weakness for once. To pretend I do not need it. So I can reduce…

There are so many moments where you could not experience life. Chances missed because fate said no. Plans canceled or put on hold indefinitely. I know how it makes your heart hurt. The good moments are such an anchor. Keeping you grounded as long as you can look forward to something. A landmark that guides…

All I ask for is a chance. A moment to breathe. Allow healing to rush in. Just a break. To steel myself for more struggle. To let me put up a good fight. So I can grow instead remain stunted. Persisting as long as I have to. A chance to just be myself. Nothing more.…

Only those white walls under fluorescent lights know the full truth. How much suffering exists in humanity. Echoed in unrestrained sobs heard by everyone else present. The lengths that people go to in order to live. Torture willingly accepted out of desperation. The hideous ugly bits shown in fat, flesh, bone and the gritting of…

Back and forth, back and forth. The trees sway with the air pressure in time. Sometimes a leaf will fall plucked before its prime. Back and forth, back and forth. They always flutter before they fall. Probably as the trees hope they don’t lose them all. Back and forth, back and forth. Every one will…

When the curtain comes for me. I feel the urge to push against. To be stronger than the dark. Punching against the fabric creating the divide. I know my struggle does nothing. I never expected it did. *** The goal is not to be difficult. I know it needs to happen. Like a transition to…