a hundred-weight of dreams inside a thousand-weight of fears; some scattered days of hope within and dozen months of tears — a dread that’s born of emptiness, a questioning of worth: a plague of such anxiety as rends the very earth. the colors of accomplishment, ineptitude, or both; the tearing sound that signifies both injury … Continue reading "a hundred-weight of dreams"
she lies awake and wonders where it went the glow that once surrounded who she was for all the hidden talents she’s misspent for random choices, lacking a “because” in stillness now, she thinks of one mistake her mother’s eyes with tears were dabbed and flecked for all that woman’s faults, for goodness sake she … Continue reading "lying awake"
they do not notice everyday the gradual unraveling behind the smile and the warmth incessant worries traveling they’ll ask her some days how she is is that fatigue or is she bored they can’t tell she’s unraveling until the day she comes unmoored
Deal with the feelings you have I can’t Deal with the feelings you know I won’t Then, let the morning be still How long? Let’s your anxieties float away They’ve become frozen, attached To you Why are you boiling inside? I’m not What’s this refusal to see? My way. Frozen in attitude, Roiling in grief, … Continue reading "Deal"
Morning, morning on my brain Listing out my daily tasks; Frantic, hectic, and insane Questions that nobody asks Morning, why the weight of care? Time is fleeting as the tide; Night, I hope to see you there Safely on the other side Morning, morning, will it be This way each and ever day? Is this … Continue reading "Morning, Morning"