poem

My soul is no longer in a cage of other’s expectations, definitions, or confinement. I’m riding the wind of freedom, I’m learning to fly. The horizon stretches out before me…

They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted
Because it meant I was uncontrollable.
They said I shouldn’t be wild-hearted
Because it scared them,
And they didn’t understand why–

it is the hardest thing to watch someone you love in destruction mode denying their inner anguish pasting band-aids on bleeding gashes that spread and spread their darkness until they’re…

Show me to walk barefoot in the grass and feel the earth beneath my being. Show me the tales in my friends struggles, and the laughter of their freeing. Show…

Beauty’s in the eye of the Beholder. That’s what…someone (?) always says. But it’s still so damn confusing: There are too many Beholders nowadays. Let’s start with something easy: Fashion.…

Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip, Drip. This is my brain on Lyme’s Disease. About as useless as a leaky faucet in performing it’s basic function. Everything is slow and meandering and…

Broken & Unbroken There is always a moment when I feel broken and everyone else feels whole. I often wonder, Am I the only one? The only one wrestling, the…

  Owning Our Scars we walk into the world unblemished, but we soon find that the world lashes out. not a life passes in which a cut is not felt–…

Dry I am shriveling. Drip, drip, drip. There used to be a river of water coursing through my veins. Where did it go? I am not even thirsty. I walk…

When We Were Young When we were young, We swung on swings and kicked our feet out into the stars. We simply jumped, jumped out into the deep blue of…