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…

Treading Water

Life is an ever expanding body of water Everyone is treading to keep afloat Some sink themselves with the baggage they tied to their ankles After gasping so long for hope Many are stripped of their chances to see how long they can swim By unforeseeable waves and creatures lurking in the deep Others continue…

Forget to lock the door

Wrap your arms around me We’ll sleep tangled through the night When your dreams turn cold and dark Hold me closer, hold me tight While we construct our bridges Let us build them out of stone So if one day they do burn They’ll never truly be gone And if the dreaded day does come…

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

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…

My Heart and My Brain

There is a disconnect between my heart and my brain Like a married couple who hate each other And stopped keeping track of their anniversaries years ago But will never approve of the idea of divorce Bickering every sunrise from the moment I open my eyes Never can they compromise on a single topic Forced…

Burnt Braided Cotton

My mom’s morning routine used to include Lighting whatever candle she had sitting beside the fish bowl The house always smelling of blueberry pancakes, cinnamon or sugar cookies Though she has since moved on to a candle warmer In favor of the stronger aroma and how much longer it takes to dissipate I still find…

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…