Scars and bumps

All my scars and bumps Are from days when I was young Unafraid to make mistakes To scrape a nose or knee But I have not made a dent in quite some time For fear of adding to the canvas Already covered in mistakes And uneven skin tones And stretch marks And blemishes When did…

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…

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 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…

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

I am a doormat

I am a doormat One with rough edges to scrub The dirt from your soles SW 04/2018