But love, I am so tired.
The betrayal sits inside me
like an elephant on my chest.
Every fight drags it deeper
not just the infidelity, the lies,
But the why.
Why her? Why them?
Was it my body? My brokenness?
Was I not enough, or was she the dream
You couldn’t resist?
I see her face sometimes,
A ghost…
Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me.
Do these words come from my heart or my mind?
Each time they spill, I flinch,
shocked by the stranger inside my skin.
I keep finding pieces of myself I never knew existed,
fragments so jagged, so cruel,
I would bury them in the ocean if I could.
Is…
To the first man I fell in love with…
We live far apart now,
But in my heart,
You never really left.
Memories of us warm my days,
And though I miss your touch,
I keep you close in my mind.
Years and miles may separate us,
But my love for you stays true.
Every little thing, a…
Sometimes I wonder why it always has to be me,
The one who is left behind,
The odd one out,
The one making jokes that nobody laughs at,
Never anyone’s cup of tea.
I mean, you wouldn’t understand,
Since my face hides it so well.
You won’t see what’s behind this beautiful smile,
Or beneath this extroverted…
Dear youth,
remember you shine.
Celebrated and embraced,
just for being you,
divine.
A little kindness,
goes a long way.
Making the world brighter,
starting today.
Embrace your capabilities,
your unique flair.
Be yourself,
with or without others there.
Find your voice,
make a difference too.
In a world of challenges,
inspire others anew.
Share your stories,
spread hope and light.
Dear youth,
may your spirit take flight.
By Lorna…
Curled up on the floor,
At the corner of my room feeling sour.
Few nights I cried myself to sleep,
Yesterday was day four.
Cascade of emotions and thoughts,
Nostalgia and regret taking the fore.
What should I have done differently?
For this, I have fought with my thoughts.
I’m so angry – sad and angry at…
I want to acknowledge to myself and the universe
that I am a beautiful woman—
whole, radiant, and worthy.
Not because someone sees it,
but because I do.
And when love finds me,
it will be because it recognizes what I already know,
that I am deserving of care, softness, and joy.
I am tired of always…
Love is like a poet writing a poem –
Crossing out words,
Erasing sentences and lines,
Sometimes trashing the whole page.
He might do this with rage,
Then start again on a new slate
With more love, not hate,
Searching for the right words –
The perfect fit for his heart’s expression.
So don’t stop loving.
You might meet…