Dear Reader

I wanted to plant an astonishing garden Chose seeds I thought you might like Over-watered the soil everyday And built in a place with little sunlight But it has all been for you The pale petals and wilted leaves Beads of sweat and dirty knees The flowers may be dying Give me credit for creating…

Bruises that match my fists

I thought the world Was holding me down But as I look around From where I am on the ground I find my¬†own hands Clenched and shaking Bruises that match my fists And my sanity close to breaking I beat myself down There is no one to blame No one but I Liable for this…