Forgotten Wild Flowers (a childhood memory)

Three lines of cars circling the chapel, picking up kids and taking them home.  Helping them with homework and cooking their dinners. One little girl is sitting on the sidewalk waiting.  Every engine noise that goes by making her look up.  This isn’t her first time waiting, it isn’t her first time being the last one here.  She wants …

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My Dreams

I dreamed that once I was young that I walked down the halls and laughed with friends that I attended sleepovers, cookouts and parties that I had crushes and I passed notes to people who passed notes to me I dreamed that someone took me on a date he asked me out and made plans …

Falls (a childhood memory)

Cool wet dripping emeralds Rushing, roaring over craggy rocks Crystals shimmering in dappled light Reaching, climbing, pulling Heart racing, breath heaving Icy cold, clear Rushing over bruised feet Sitting, waiting Not ready, letting go Falling, sliding Turning forever Over barbed spears, jagged rocks Splashing down into miles of glacial water Laughter, life Bubbling up Releasing …

A Personal Plea

Depression is the darkest, nastiest disease out there.  It infiltrates every single part of your existence.  It makes your body ache, it makes you exhausted and weary and it sits in your head and it lies to you.  It tells you that you are damaged and useless, that you are dirty and alone, it tells …

Balustrade

Your fingers graze me Your hands slide along my curves Your body brushes against me You lean into me, gasping for air and rocking forward on the climb You cling to me, your heart racing, breathless at the peak The decent brings acceleration and I am forgotten Except for a momentary pawing during a shudder …

no tears

I am supposed to weep I am suppose to fall over, inconsolable and cry Great big heaving sobs, eyes swollen shut I am supposed to want to curl up and die   But I want to shout I want to stand on a rooftop and scream I want them all to know what he has …

Legacy

I want them to know who I am I want them to know from where they came The twists and turns on the path And how, because of them, I'd do it all again.   I want them to see the uphill climb To know how hard I fought, I want them to know the …