I Jumped

Standing at the edge of a cliff That I always knew I’d peer over someday After years of preparation I’m ready to take this dive 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…


Born and raised Far from the place I would call my comfort A stranger in my hometown Visiting from a concrete haven These streets I memorized Get harder to walk On my last stroll I hope to get lost And stray from the road Maybe discover something new A small redemption To bring me back…


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

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

Wandering Herd of Lost Writers

I see the hours you dedicate Mulling over rhymes Nights observing the pen in your hand Hoping it will leap forward and write I see the beautiful chaos You scribble onto pages The radiance of your sunshine And the war within that rages Homogeneous creatures Poets can often seem Like evolved from some great ancestor…