What It’s Like to be Me

There is a minuscule woman Who rides on top of my neurons She is an instigator by trade A powerful figure of means She carries with her a great hammer And hanging from her belt is a chissle Her ears are her strongest organ But her arms are thick corded muscle From swinging her hammer…

Naming Myself

I have been calling myself half my name for awhile now. Growing up my middle name joined my first like I stalked my sister when she went to neighbors houses to play. Sometimes she did not even realize I was in the same room. The three letters were present in body and breath and often…

Dance Partner

The Lord is my dance partner He meets all my creative needs He doesn’t push beyond my limits He soothes my inner turmoil at his touch He is a cool drink of water for my soul He focuses on steps and technique not just choreography as His reputation is on the line Even though I…

There aren’t enough words for love in the English language

Despite the instinctive way we always stuck together I feel myself stretched apart like taffy that neighbors used to pull when horses carried families to town The stickiness of all this strain freezing me to this place  I cannot deny the strangely thick sentiments which bind us  Nor can I pretend that they are only…

Epiphanies

You’ve said it before just in a different way I heard but shook it off as I would a buzzing fly just out of the range of my understanding my minds titanium gates locked tight from intruders as your words would be. Then like ashes floating on a brisk wind they soar over crests of…

Self Hatred and other Rubbish

For those who quit trying to realign their bodies For those who gave up trying to revamp their personalities For those who stopped trying to alter their appearance For those who no longer try to hide behind their clothes For those who relinquished trying to blur the lines of truth & fiction For those who…

The Consolation of Words

{No desolations today….they are all too ugly to shed light on…} When there’s nothing to write Don’t stop dropping letter after letter, digit after digit Trade punctuation for desperation; Reinvent observation by this silent conversation. What is writing but one thought strung together by straight lines and curved ones sitting on the page’s bench, or…

Doubt Which Comes After (DC6)

Today I am swimming in yesterday’s second half It’s a pool where people tentatively dip toenails A bay whose calm ripples seem like 20 ft. tidals A bathwater scented with oils as the shower runs Truly I can’t step out of this beautiful quicksand This one decision has knocked me over the cliff  I’m not…

On Letting Go of Stones (D&C #5)

Oversensitive Critical Snap Judgemental Rememberer of Wrongs Resentful Defensive Blamer Distracter Manipulator Overfunctioner When I am this person, my soul is in utter desolation One by one, Thud, thunk, clunk, I drop the stones that weigh me down I let them go that I may be found the stones I meant to throw at you…

D&C #4 Plans Gone Awry

~I wanted to tell you something give you something share something with you My pain had closed me off and fear of more pain pulled me from you There are many ways that a person can close the doors to herself Yet when my good intentions cause you more hurt you close me out And…

D&C #3 Flattery vs. Blunt Honesty

~Not sure which is more devious: ego boosting or bubble bursting I find myself using both, but I think it will destroy us You’d like me to be soft and blunt I can’t manage that feat It’s hard enough to be a woman in this world and not be a runt Yet, when lovely empty…

Wishing for Dunkin D and Wish Coming True D&C #2

~If anything sucks the life out of me, it’s budgeting Oh, don’t get me wrong, I love paying people I owe It feels like I am ripping off the clutches of demons dogging my steps But these days it’s a tight budget with little margin for error and little room for surprises Imagine telling friends…