POETRY
Living expressions of inner work. Offered as a glimpse of the process towards radical self-acceptance, healing, and growth.
Irony
Do I think it true
Because it is
Or because I want it to be?
I cannot see
The bonds that blind me
But I know they’re there
Death isn’t tragic
But how death occurs
Most often is
Fantasy
Can only exist
If I’m an active participant
This poem is from the book A Requiem For What Could Have Been: Poetry For The Broken