Long Hike Up A Mountain

Waking up feels like the start Of a long hike up a mountain On days I am able to make it to the top I search for hope to fill my wagon Though I always come back empty No matter how much I have gathered To stock up for days I can’t climb None of the…

Nylon Rope

Above my head Like a clever joke Hanging limply Was a nylon rope Out the window Like a bird set free My hope had flown And abandoned me Out of the blue Like a miracle Advice you gave Was empirical I heard your words “Friend, please stay alive” Then tied that noose Around my mind…

Wildfire

Wildfire, wildfire My, how you’ve spread From thawing my heart To burning my head You moved so quickly I failed to see You were slowly Consuming me First a small flame Only to keep warm But you spread through my forest And I’m praying for storms To douse the ashes With pouring rain Put out…

Hurricane

Time hits in abrupt waves I lost track of when I started losing track of days Currently drowning in the present Life spins, unfaltering and fast This hurricane will outlast My ability to hold my ground And my breath While tossed around by time A line from a favourite book of mine “Life doesn’t stop for…

I was here

We each have bones beneath our flesh A brain we did not choose A heart that fills our veins with blood A body we’ll eventually lose We all have feelings hard to handle Thoughts difficult to let go Memories haunting our consciousness But one thing we should know We have a choice to embrace And…

I am a vessel for this broken brain

I am a vessel for this broken brain Not a boat Not a car Not a plane Just a container Only to hold this broken brain And it’s scrambled chemistry Not to be piloted by it SWD 03/2017 Updated 05/2018

Kansas City

I wake up in my favourite city One that greeted me a few years ago When I was eager but also scared Towering steel structures welcomed me home I used to wonder how to find motivation How to get out of bed everyday How to face life head on, fearlessly And this city has shown…

My Thousand Yard Stare

I would depict my consciousness As a much smaller version of me Sitting behind my eyes’ lenses Observing everything they see And I would describe an anxiety attack As a grey and monstrous storm Lying dormant in the shadows Until something upsets the norm Then with lightening in its veins And gangling long appendages It…

A Stream Down a Mountainside

I remember the first time I read poetry to people outside of my family It was in junior high when our English teacher asked the class to memorise and recite The Raven My teacher was one of the most intelligent I had had thus far I looked up to her and admired her views of…