I Jumped

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

Provoking the Beast

Some days I cannot tell if writing is a band-aid To help protect wounds while they slowly heal Often from my own nails when they begin to itch Or a rope I have slowly been weaving myself Piece by piece, the noose growing in inches Until I am able to hang from my words Some…

Dying in the Shower

I used to fear undressing in front of my own family And being the punchline of a fat joke Or at the wrong end of a stomach poke As if their opinions weren’t just as warped by society as my own I used to fear the feel of hands on my skin And lying naked…