I wrote poetry a million times,And poetry wrote me.Subdued within the highlights of a daydreamI found myself staring at the lightsWaiting for my knight in shining armor to come by.I journaled countlessly for many days that crossed a fortnight,Digging deeper into the...
CryingThere’s a reason I can’t cryPart of me just hears the lieI think It’s weak and I’d be a babyI gotta pretend I’m not hurt or crazyWhen someone cries I envy themThey got a gift that I can’t haveIt feels like I’m a machine insideNot able to feel a single thing...
The maimed child within:terrified,paralyzed with fear.Forced to trust daddy-Monsterwho’s unstable and dangerous –unpredictably explosive.Forced to trust bitter battered mom,who gave him birth,who’s drunk,slurring her speech,unable/unwilling to protect herselfor her...
Seventeen years spent on the family farm. Home from school to the shock of my room packed on the porch. My baby book, framed pictures of perfectly posed horses, trophies and ribbons, horse magazines with my name inside, plaid button up shirts on hangers, my well...
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