Poetry is my heart, anchors my soul, and documents my journey.
His mercy found me
cradled and bound me
In the absence of your voice,
your words float…
You weren’t supposed to be here.
I want to find you when you sleep. Reach through your dreams and wrap my arms around your waist.
You are the light that doesn’t speak.
That pain that steals my sleep.
Like a bad ’80s movie we stand there,
with our big hair and bright colored clothes.
I didn’t want to realize I had fallen. Afraid my heart was now buried too deep within the confines of your skin.
the last of my mess.