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…

I Cannot Name It

It seeps through the clouds Showering the Earth with sunshine And scattered thunderstorms It shows in the strength of a mother In the fearless love of her children Like a bonfire’s warmth It grows despite lain concrete Cracking surfaces to bloom Like going against flawed norms It flourishes in hearts built on foundations Of unconditional…

Retrospectively Thinking About Perfectionism

I once was told we are born pure And the Devil is on a mission Trying to trip our every step Manipulating inhibitions This ingrained a fear of mistakes Though I want to make them all Bruise my body, scrape my knees I want to feel the fall SWD 06/2018

Dear God

Dear God, Give me confidence and courage Give me harmony and hope Give me the strength to hold onto The knot I tied at the end of this rope That I made sure to secure tightly to whatever love I found And was sure came from You Not the temple’s written pedigree Before climbing through…

Aging

He sat next to me, slumped slightly over From years of boulders piling upon his shoulders Though he still seemed as resilient and sturdy as an oak tree With wrinkles, like bark, beside his eyes nestled gently Providing proof that he once laughed hard enough to cry His white hair wrapped from the back of…

Insecure Poets

Insecure about writing poetry Twisting emotions and thoughts to rhyme Self-conscious when we are being so honest For we are written into every line Writing requires great vulnerability Opening our chests is no small feat Poets’ ribs protect no hearts For on their sleeves is where they beat SWD 01/2018 Updated 06/2018

The has-been go-getter

I want to be comfortable with who I am Or who I am suppose to be I want to tell everyone as I figure it out What I’ve done, learned and seen I want to share how I felt How hard it’s been How tired I am How much I want to settle in To…

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…