Poetry
Writing to, from, and about the parts within. Sharing to normalize the healing process.
Out Now: How To Write Evocative Poetry
blessed with life's baggage
contemplating suicide
is a luxury
i can no longer afford
i am blessed
with life’s baggage
weighed down by love
spurred
by the desire
to prove them wrong
cajoled into action
my inner voice
softly screaming
to be more
than a footnote
of failure
to act
in-spite of doubt
and fear of judgement
to resolve
to do everything
to ensure my legacy
when I die
i will die
having truly lived
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 …