A poem We step into all gladness. And all pain. For there is no difference between them. We take our leave as we entered, innocent and unblemished. We remain pure. Love and all its accompaniments, remains our faithful companion. It is all there is, in the end. We take it with us, we draw it in like breath, to sustain and solidify our path ahead. Even now, there is no turning of the head. But there's still joy, loping lightly alongside the sorrow. Because at last there is peac

A poem The sound of my dreams cracking under the relentless weight of your insecurity feels like stolen breath. I take small, shallow sips now, through my lips like a straw. The limited air makes me desperate. I need to go outside. Take big, heaving unapologetic breaths, making good noise. The sound of my dreams now has grown small. You pick off pieces of them slowly and casually, as if doing me a favor. Or as if you need them more than me, and can somehow crawl into them eve

A poem You of the permanent frown and furrowed brow. Wrinkling your forehead. Mock mockery. You walk into rooms defensive, the opportunity to be offended sure. Crossed arms, wide stance. Making you even shorter. I see you out of the corner of my eye. Already my anxiety is in full bloom, my hands wringing metaphorically in my mind. I too stand in defense. But mine is for myself. I need to be quick to appease you. Your narrowed eyes and gruff attitude are now mine to deal with.

A poem Mummified in my memory, a dim but stolid lamplight that does not flicker. Many nights I ache to touch that light again. The closer I get, though, I see not incandescence. I see not you. It is my reflection from your shiny exterior that draws me. The warmth of my own heart. For you never shone for me. You stole my light, and pretended it belonged to you. So I believed for a while that it did. Now it is only the light of what I had once hoped we would be. It's a false li

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A channeling I occupy a void in space where I feel you orbiting around me. Though not strong enough to pull you in, I sense the invisible atoms that connect us together no matter distance or time, like spidery whispery webs that stretch endlessly out from each of us. We speak a silent language. Clinging to the other body, the only other solidness we can find within millions and millions of miles. We rotate around each other in standard form, never growing closer nor moving fu

A channeling My mind leads me to a precipice. Forcing me to strain my neck, staring into the blackness of my own sense of unworthiness. From the depths of that canyon come the whistlings of my worst insecurities: you don't belong here, you aren't needed. You are not loved. I choke back tears and twist and turn to get loose of this paralyzing grip on me. My breath shallow, my heart's rapid beat. It's a constant clapping in my head, an exorable drumbeat of betrayal. I cannot

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