My Mind’s Captor

I go home each day And make the conscious choice to Not take my own life Some days it’s easy To shake those terrible thoughts But most days it’s not My mind’s captor is Cunning and cruel but I won’t Go down so easy SWD 10/2019 Advertisements

My Restless Love

They don’t sleep much at night For their head is filled with music And beats that keep their hands busy They dance sometimes Too giddy to rest Or maybe just to fill the time While most of the world dreams But some nights they lie real still Though their eyes do not seem to close…

Moving In

Falling for you is like Moving into a home I’ve been eyeing for some time And wanting to paint love On every wall But I have to be mindful Of the past left in certain rooms I may have moved in With huge bags of stuff To renovate and redecorate But there is a story in…


Defining lost, it’s Less of a physical state More of a feeling SWD 01/2018

I Jumped

Standing at the edge of the cliff That I always knew I’d peer over someday Ready to take this dive After years of preparation And flee the hoard of wolves Always trailing behind Scared to death to leap But more afraid to turn around So with nothing but faith I jumped Never again to touch…


I didn’t know what I was looking for When I started pulling weeds from this garden I just saw my plants were dying And dug through the soil Thinking it would be obvious what needs to go But by the time I had finished There was nothing left unturned SWD 09/2019

Walk With Me

Take a walk with me Through the overgrown grass That is my mind Where I have mostly traveled alone Through paths difficult to clear To turn the page Is to hold my hand Be gentle as we travel And gingerly step over fallen thoughts SWD 09/2019

My First Introduction

The first time I saw you Behind the counter in the coffee shop During my second week We were passing ships As I clocked out And you clocked in Days later Below the full moon’s glow On the small deck dusted with ashes Outside of your junior apartment We talked so long I forgot there…

A Drive in August

The end of summer And flashes of lightening Loom in the horizon The smell of smoke Billows from grills And friendly porches Windows rolled down The Front Bottoms Blaring through our speakers August’s dewy heat In this moment Feels like comfort SWD 08/2019