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Becoming a Woman

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I cannot recall the moment I became a woman.

Nor the day.

Or the year.

It wasn’t the day I put on my first pad, walked in high heels, or lost my virginity.

It wasn’t magical, but it was life altering.

Maybe it was the day the news got sadder instead of boring.

Maybe it was the day I fixed my own broken heart.

Maybe it was the day I realized family was a lot more than blood.

Maybe it was the day I stopped allowing people to define me.

I became a woman,

During the years learning to love the girl inside of me.

 

Planting The Seed

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Planting The Seed

The Devil is lurking

Searching

For an innocent soul

To corrupt

The night is long

For all

As he discovers his victim

Dreaming peacefully

A little girl of three

Sweet and naïve

Curled up around her teddy bear

As the devil draws near

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The Life I Left Behind

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The Life I Left Behind

A smile dances on my lips,
Laughter bubbles in my chest,
My mind soars to new heights,
My worries put to rest.

Working like a dog,
Sweating blood and tears,
Day and night, I built a life,
So now happiness found me here.

I could’ve whined and complained,
Cursed the unfairness of it all,
Got stuck in the poverty I was in,
Yet a better life calls.

Through storms and hurricanes,
I grew wings and learned to fly,
Never looking back,
On the life I left behind.

Just A Day

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Every time,

I fall for it.

Every apology,

I forgive.

Every smile,

I return.

Every excuse,

I accept.

Every day

I wake.

Every night,

I sleep.

But what if?

I start to rise,

Ask questions,

Throw a cold shoulder,

Demand the truth,

Sleep all day,

And dance throw the night?

Rebelling against,

What we’re taught,

For just a day,

And what a day it would be.

Infinite

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How am I to dance?

When you break glass,

On the floor?

How am I to sing?

Over your shouting,

I’m ignored.

How am I to smile?

As grim faces,

Surround me?

How am I to love

As hate burns,

And hearts bleed?

I dance anyway,

Feet bloody,

Heart satisfied.

I sing anyway,

I can still hear,

My melody.

I smile anyway,

Bring courage,

For others to follow.

I love anyway,

Love is infinite,

And life is not

Cuts At Twilight

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The blade is pressed to her skin
Kissing her flesh at every twilight
Inflicting the pain that she feels within

She’s damaged and broken
Frail and depressed
Hope brittle like the body she wears
Every day her body becomes smaller, compressed

She is present in body
Gone in mind
Lying to everyone around her
When she says she’s fine

She is tired and sore
Of a fight she was done with long ago
So now she cuts at twilight
To finally let her pain be known

1000 Directions

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1000 Directions

There is no stab in my gut,

Only poison absorbing into my skin and through my veins,

No amount of stitches can heal this weeping wound,

Disintegrating my flesh and bones, until only ashes remain.

 

The wind takes away my ashes,

Taking me in a 1000 directions,

Spreading me throughout the vast Earth,

Through the sky that is merely the ocean’s crying reflection.

 

Finally my ashes settle to the Earth,

My final resting place,

Where the soil absorbs the soot of my body,

Grimacing at my bitter taste.

 

I fertilize the hungry soil,

Feeding the seeds of wild flowers,

Preparing them for their birth,

So they shall bloom in April showers.

 

As the seeds sprout and thrive,

A endless sea of green,

As they blossom and reach for the clear sky,

And finally beautiful, I shall be.

 

 

 

 

Fearing Life

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Fearing Life

To fear life is suicide,
Wasting away to die,
Armoring yourself against hurt,
Preventing love from entering

To race life creates a fool,
Accidents happen for the clumsy,
Sprains happen to the strongest,
Making life too short.
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