Category: Writing

  • Traits Poem

    I got body image issues from one. Early control that had long lasting impact. Emulated behavior that placed looks above golden happiness. Worry of judgment that became my own. At an early age looking sadly at the thickness of my arms. Trying to do what was portrayed as right and realizing it was unobtainable. ***…

  • Patience Poem

    I have been commended on my patience. A medal I sometimes display on my chest broadly. Other times hidden in my sock drawer out of my own line of sight. It always exists, I just do not always consider it the same. A shift of behavior that surprises many. Seemingly vibrant contradiction. *** That vibrancy…

  • The Mask Poem

    I want to rip it off. Does not matter if it has become your face by now. The blood can fly. Does not matter if it is yours or mine. As long as it is no longer a part of you. Destroyed beyond use. *** I was so confused when I realized that you wore…

  • Wonder Poem

    A baby girl sits in the pouch of her mom’s front carrier. Fool’s gold glitters on the ground and stuck in the walls of a cave. Sparkling like treasure far beyond it’s actual value. Bright enough to draw the attention of other little kids. Scrambling around with their little fingernails at any pieces within reach.…

  • Leech Poem

    A leech acts how a leech should. Behavior dictated by nature. Forced to subsist off of others for survival its entire life. Not only that it knows no different but could not physically survive otherwise. Quickly left to die if all other creatures left its territory. Some might question the right for it to exist…

  • Those At The Bottom

    Logically, it makes sense that those more vulnerable are more susceptible to negative service changes. Even if some people do not want to believe it. They would rather blame societal laziness and lack of effort. Insisting that some things are only done in the name of convenience and a luxury. That there are other options…

  • Thank You For Everything Poem

    Thank you for reading. The little peeps through the keyhole of another’s life even if alien. Coming back every once in awhile out of curiosity. Or those that regularly check in out of sight. The silent watchers that absorb all. Transient as morning fog. *** Thank you to the subscribers. Those that tell their interest…

  • The Little Things

    A list of the little things that I do not know to miss until they are gone (permanently or temporary): The presence of a pet. Breathing through my nose. Being able to pee properly. A pain free back. A pain free neck. The way a tree shades a window. The noise of a sibling in…

  • It Is Not My Fault Poem

    It is not my fault when he comes back smelling like vodka. The stress too much to want to deal with. Future long devoured by the past. Progress too painful to face. Consequences be damned. A habit that I will never change for him. *** It is not my fault when he does not show…

  • Thank You For The Yard

    Thank you for fulfilling a need. Providing a space to thrive. A reason to break the bars on the cage I have designed for myself. To leave the dark cave of a bedroom I could stay in for hours on end. Lit by artificial light meant to simulate what was missing when I had given…