The mind becomes a ticking time bomb, silence settling like a fog. Questions have no answers and the weight of every one of them smothers what you do have. You cannot breathe, for the journey your mind takes you on a whirlwind of emotions you run down rabbit holes better suited to a tale of Alice and the person you wish to be is masked by this temporary madness …
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We the People
was our birth,
our beginning. But, we are no longer We the People. How long has it been
since we could claim to be We
instead of Them or Us?
We the People
is an idea we fetishize,
placing it on a pedestal
when it is meant to be read
cover to cover,
intended to be worn
until it slides over us
like a second skin,
covering us in a common identity …
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It’s raining, a drink of water after parched days. The ground was littered with odd drops, scattered randomly, before the thunder came and the heavens opened.
The rain always stops me in my tracks. I wait. I watch. I wonder. And my heart aches with some unfathomable feeling that soaks me to my core with a haunting want …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
It defies explanation or definition yet persists — days when it is there, quietly sitting in the corner waiting to speak, other times words filling me with a rush – images vivid in tone and texture. What is it that calls my pen to action my being to yearning …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
Beginnings, new dawn breaks with a whisper. Layers peeled back like blankets or the first glimpse of skin in summer; winter, a recent memory. Left hand foraging for comfort …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
Sometimes writing is like slipping off your clothes in the waning light of day. Effortless exhalation on a sigh. Most often it is retching in solitude, a heaving up of your insides. Results that are never pretty, generally painful but necessary …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday
With much going on beneath the surface
it’s the things she doesn’t say
you need to take heed of,
for the secrets to her are locked up
within those silences …
Published on Medium: P.S. I Love You for Poetry Sunday