Poetry is my heart, anchors my soul, and documents my journey.
Words blanket the bleeding and feed your need to move again.
I was taken and forever changed.
I was relocated and never the same.
I’m unwinding my pain
and someday you will be
lost in the valley.
But still my chest
heaves helplessly for air
…leaving your residue behind
for me to carry
into the night.
She was quickly fading with the lies
sold to her
and hung like hooks inside the meat of her heart.
She was losing.
It’s in those moments of pause,
of silent trajectories