Poetry
Writing to, from, and about the parts within. Sharing to normalize the healing process.
Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
In Your Absence
I can’t quite express
The confusion and the mess
That’s been left
In your absence
Why didn’t you confess
The demons that had you possessed?
Why couldn’t you
Escape the thoughts that had you depressed?
Why was this the only way you could address
The aspects of life that you detest
that had you dispossessed?
Perhaps if you got some of it off your chest
The world wouldn’t be one man less
One man that blessed it with his presence
Now all who knew you are left to digest
News of death’s caress via a self-inflicted process
We can’t protest
We can only attest
To the pain and existential unrest
Of the hole your life has left
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken
me at 36
i’m 36
crying and triggered
remembering when i was 8
remembering my stepfather
remembering the warnings that went unheard
remembering the pleas for help went unanswered
remembering the fear
remembering the confusion
remembering the choice to force myself to forget
remembering
crying
writing
remembering
crying
and writing more
desperately hoping that all this is somehow also healing
it’s my birthday and my family are watching me breakdown
i am stoned on weed
valium
memory
and music
tears
my ink
pain
my pen
words
my voice
… it’s time to blow out the candles and make a wish
perhaps i’ll live to wish another …