Poetry

There are things I know, And things I don’t know. And there are things I don’t know that I don’t know. Forgotten memories, And memories not yet made. Truths I once clung to, but released, And truths I have not yet learned. Truths that never were... And truths that...

The literal darkness  And the metaphorical darkness  Bleed into each other, And silence wraps around me Like the arms of lovers long gone. I can’t decide if the pain is so real or surreal.  It hurts too much to be clever.   If I could step outside of my body I...

I have never understood People who can’t sit  Alone in silence. Why are you so afraid  Of being alone with yourself? What do you think  You will do to yourself?   Or is it the demons You keep at bay With the noise and chaos and distractions? Do you think they...

The thing about broken hearts That no one ever believes Is that they never last, my dear. You feel it in your chest- This cold, dead, hardened shell of a thing, And you can’t possibly see how it will ever love again. And it doesn’t. It never loves again. But that’s...

She works twelve straight hours and never gets thanked, Cleaning up the messes that other people make. She works her fingers right down to the bone, Just so she’ll have a place to clean when she gets home.   The love left her marriage many years ago And the...