Richard Dick The voice in my head That wants me dead Has lost a lot of power Since I gave him Such a fitting name SWD 01/2021
Category: Poetry
Breathe
I love the inhale When my surroundings Rush to mingle With my own atoms I love the exhale When they dance Gracefully together Out of my chest SWD 01/2021
Box of Letters
My heart holds A box of letters Not all pleasant But all important Some have been So tear soaked That I can no longer Read the words That helped usher in My self-doubt SWD 01/2021
Forgiveness
If I can’t forgive What hope is there for myself To be forgiven SWD 01/2021
Judge
Judge not By the selfies And fading IG stories Nor the words Written in captions Or comments All of which Are fabricated Judge by action SWD 01/2021
Curious Beyond Belief
Curious beyond belief Desperate to be good Too stubborn to follow rules That many say I should Though I talk to You each morn I question it every day But hopefully You understand If You made me this way SWD 06/2018 Updated 01/2021
Research
Research is often Not about what you find But what you don’t find And life has felt Very much the same way Constantly searching For my place and meaning And finding it more helpful To figure out Where I don’t fit Than where I do SWD 01/2021
Parallel to a Forest
I wish to outstretch my limbs Stand tall and sturdy against strong winds But gentle enough to let the world in Offer shelter within my leaves Soak up the sun and catch the breeze Oh, to grow parallel to a forest of trees SWD 04/2018 Updated 12/2020
My Office
My office Is the center And I don’t mean like the star of the architecture or the focal point the building I mean like dead center As in completely surrounded by the rest of the bustling hospital My office Is closed off No one may enter without a badge That tells the doors you are…
