Emotional being,
We are with our emotions
Emotions pokes the tip of my nail
Searching for peace, to find nothing relatable,
living within me, and then to find nothing at all.
The sun pumps my smile – a new plum of smoke
straight into the my awareness,
A loud guilt that pierced through and out.
My face…
Letters to Stony
Title: It’s not what I did, it’s how you felt
I was happy, even when sometimes life got hard. I won and lost sometimes, but I was grateful for one thing: LIFE. I would randomly bump into you at my favourite store, at the taxi rank or sit…
This burden feels so heavy.
My tears have become
my only comfort.
Life carries me around
like a dried leaf
blown by the wind.
Oh, Life, give me peace.
I am so tired.
I cannot bear this anymore.
All I can do now is cry.
Life, look what you made me do.
Here I am, alone with
my thoughts once more.
Life,…
This voice of mine,
this prayer born of my tongue,
I will never let it fade away.
In celebration, I will stomp through the open fields,
my heart bursting with a joy so deep,
wrapped in the quiet embrace of my faith.
Oh, I will pray and praise,
the ancient thanksgiving prayers and songs
my mother hummed…
A soul so bright,
Torn apart by darkness and endless fight.
Bipolar disorder’s waves crash on her shore,
As schizophrenia’s whispers echo evermore.
Her loved ones, they couldn’t understand,
The turmoil raged like a stormy land.
They rejected her with words that cut deep,
Leaving her to face the demons, asleep.
Her thoughts, a jumbled mess, like…
It’s past midnight.
I’m on the edge of my bed.
The only sounds…
my pounding heart
and my grandmother’s
ancient clock.
Tick-tock. Tick-tock.
It’s almost deafening.
Maybe I should sleep.
But what if I don’t wake up?
I can’t close my eyes.
My mind is just dancing to fear.
I’ve given myself a racing heart
just by thinking.
I wish I’d said nothing
when…
My Dearest Scars
You were an uninvited guest,
but you made a home in my skin.
A silent story of a battle that found me.
First, you were nothing but pain:
the surgeon’s cut, the chemo’s fever,
a landscape of loss drawn on my body.
But now?
You’re the measure of
How I refused to disappear.
Every mark is…
To smile when your bones hum with ache,
to laugh even as your hands tremble
not because the hurt is gone,
but because you’ve made a pact with the light
to outshine it.
To dance when the sky splits open,
not in spite of the storm,
but because of it
to let the rain baptize you
into something…