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The carousel

In the quiet spaces between breaths, I hear a symphony of chaos The sentences overlap, jumbling together like an uncoordinated dance My mind is never quiet Always running, stuck in a roundabout, never quite knowing which turn to take Sometimes panic tells me to keep on the carousel “You won’t make it.” “What if it’sContinue reading “The carousel”

…but he’s never hit me: pt. 2

A Facebook friend request, sent at 18years old, has still never been accepted after 10 years. But a message was received, that said, “I can’t accept your friend request. Is this some sort of trap?” I said, “no, you just popped up on my people you may know, and I just did it. I didn’tContinue reading “…but he’s never hit me: pt. 2”

…but he’s never hit me: pt 1

Trigger warnings: very brief and vague mention of suicide, depression, rape and sexual assault. At 16 years old I made a choice that would change my life. I was never a rebellious kid, I was shy, quiet, and you’d always find me hidden in the back of the room. I had friends, but I wasContinue reading “…but he’s never hit me: pt 1”

…but he’s never hit me: intro

Hi, it’s been a while! I know I’ve been MIA on here for quite a while this time, but creativity has really hit bedrock. I have ideas, but no way to form the words. Anyway, I sit here tonight to start something new. This platform has been my little escape and a way for meContinue reading “…but he’s never hit me: intro”

Until then,

I wish I had known you sooner Because the me right here, right now, needs you But I am happy for you, for my future me I bet you smile more And the stresses have become nothing more than forgetting to swap the laundry, or spilling a bit of coffee from your morning mug IContinue reading “Until then,”

Another turn

Another year gone by I swear, I only blinked twice! But here I am, seeing my baby boy turn 5… His hands still small but, my how he’s grown With tears in my eyes and smile on my face, I’m not sure how else to explain. My baby boy was just born…. 5 years ago.Continue reading “Another turn”

Heart on my sleeve

I once held my heart on my sleeve That way others could see how much love I could give, and someone would be willing to take it. I now hold my heart deep in the unseen… It got hurt too many times, and now I feel sorry that I allowed it to get used byContinue reading “Heart on my sleeve”

Take me: Another poem from the drafts

Take me. Wrap me up in a warm embrace, and don’t tell me if you plan to leave. Grab me, hold me tight let me try to relax this body, if even for just a night. But I open my eyes, and no one is there… no one is here. I opened my eyes, fromContinue reading “Take me: Another poem from the drafts”