Poetry

A poem about an entanglement with poison ivy and what it taught me.

A poem about the feelings of stress that come with parenting and the desire for an escape.

Sometimes I look at you and I am overwhelmed with emotion. My eyes well up with tears and overflow like the ocean. The urge to protect you is so strong… praying that you always know you belong. When life becomes a raging storm, I hope you have the courage to go against the norm. I

Our heart often sits in a cage awaiting her release. Thumping and pounding hoping that someone will hear her pleas to be freed. Locked away within the core of our being, forgotten in all of her importance. Beating against the bars of apathy with the secret code for being happy. Waiting for us to enter

Help me to find my voice… to drown out all of the useless noise.  The voices saying it can’t be done,  the sounds that say you’re no one.  Free my thoughts and let my soul unleash everything I was meant to be. I want to be an example of success, to be fearless and try, always

You, my dear, are a mosaic. Each experience a small fragmented piece of glass. Some are sharp and jagged cutting through our being threatening to bring pain at the mere thought of them. Others smooth and calming, a worry stone that we rub to bring us back to more peaceful and blissful times. Some are still

Creativity courses through my veins like a runaway sleigh calling me to take its reinsRunning as fast as I can to catch it It comes and goes like a freight train If I fail to take hold, it’s gone so fastLike a bullet looking for a victimIt speeds right pastOn to the next targetIt strikes at last Making

Trillions gather in your name They work day and night, but not for fame Without recognition or any pay They go about their business day after day Coordinated in the highest form of synergy Not caught up in bureaucracy  Steady on the move, consistently ready On and on with consistent energy Supporting their mission They

To start an endeavor we are nervous to try To say goodbye when you know it’s time That’s what faith is for To explore beyond your own neighborhood To believe that everything will turn out for your good That’s what faith is for To recover from loss though it’s hard to bare To have strength

I’ve got this fancy winter coat It protects me from the snow When the cold wind blows I barely feel it though I love my coat so much I decided to to keep it on Now I see I went wrong Because I am a bit too hot Sweating and wasting away Beneath this heavy

I’m not transgender, but I can relateI know how it feels to carry a weightOut of alignment, and feeling the hateQuestioning my sanity, is it me or the world?Even if it isn’t a matter of being boy or girl…I can only imagine the courage it takesMy burden seems light when I consider the stakesOf continuing

Is it me who is crazy?On the daily these people insist on making a messCommunication fails to flow causing distressMaking things difficult, this place is a cultOf people who think they knowBut have no idea how to growFailing to put procedures in placeMany a client they don’t fail to disgraceInternal warfare, it’s me against youBlame

How do I read the signs in my body? There’s pain in my head and my brain is all foggy Knowing that my mind contributes to health Is insanity at work worth the wealth? Feeling the pain of everyday stress Trying to let it go…Decompress Long for the weekend That goes by too quick This

Like a wave, we rise and we fall… Some days it feels like we’re on top of it all We scale the great heights As though we’ve mastered life Then other times we feel as though we’ve missed the call… Missing the purpose… feeling things stall Like the wave, the peak never lasts Like the

Layden with stressorsthe world an oppressorseeking to steal joy at every turn Capitalism in full swingWork til retiringWhen will we ever learn Keep up the grindDon’t get left behindThe cogs continue to churn It’s all about moneyJust suck it up honeyKeep on and continue to earn To do what you loveYou must rise aboveand learn

There is a little girl upstairsI ask, “can she come out to play?”“No, no, not today. Maybe some other time? There’s work to be done before time gets away.There is money to be made and others who need aid. The time is just not right… I’m afraid.” “Ok… maybe another day, I say…”As I busy myself with menial

Do I like what I seeWhen there’s nobody, but meAlone… do I feel happy?Am I in good company?Am I living my bestOr just taking too much restMaybe I’m obsessedWith passing this test Wonder if I am headedIn the right directionWalking this pathOf resurrection Focused on livingIn the lightWhen doubt creeps inI’m trying to fight To

You give yourself away too easily When you don’t yet know who you areor what love is meant to be Searching for something and you don’t even know itIf they can do it, so can you, you just have to own it Who’s using who? A competition for powerIt feels good in the moment, but what

I don’t mean to be ungratefulThough I know in my soul it’s not the right fitYou’re nothing, but faithfulBut I’m so tired of the shit I’m tired of grinding away In something that doesn’t make my heart singFeeling it’s wrong to stayBut afraid to forsake the gifts you bring Wanting to take a leap into the unknownNot

I close my eyesPut my hands to the skyLike a young child, to daddy I cryFor the first time in my lifePick me up! Carry me please!My soul has become muddled with strife Sorry that I didn’t come soon enoughI’ve been making a messTrying to drive my own shipIn these stormy seasI’m filled with distressPlease fill

Delighting in loveDelighting in trust Am I just crazyLiving in wanderlust Flirting w/ doingWhat some would call carelessNever thinking “what if”Giving worry a rest Is it nieve to believe in an idealThat somehow my fantasy lifeCould become real What have we createdThis world seems so jadedThe memory of who we areHas so faded We wouldn’t call

Feeling like I’m falling short When I’m trying to stand tallThe higher I reach, the smaller I seemNot significant at all Chasing impossible standardsAlways not enough, not enough, not enoughLooking to you to raise me up Calling on the most highSeeking the light insideWaiting, praying, waiting Putting the time aside Expecting some big voiceTo thunder down

Read an article today that made me disgracedTo be a part of this thing called the human raceThe headline… in bold… it brazenly read“I went to a sex party and it was not what I expected”It had a picture of a girl who looked quite youngAnd into my head, sadness quickly sprungGrowing up in the current

That my heart takes another beatThat I am able to walk on these two feetThat the sun comes out to shineThat I am yours and you are mineThat I can rise up from defeatThat when I open my fridge there’s food to eat That I have life while someone diesThat I can see with these

Living in this society of drones8 hours and I get to return homeWho made this s*** up anywayWhy is everything about the payBarely hanging on to my sanityWishing God would reach down and rescue meFrom the drudgery that is my everyday job…The thief in the night who comes to robMy joy, my happiness, my peace

There’s a reason why things don’t work outYou’ve lost sight of yourself, caught up in the doubt You’re chasing something that isn’t for youYou’re busying yourself with the wrong thingsJust looking for something to do Instead of searching for meaning in lifeYou’re working so hard for a checkAnd it’s just bringing you strife Chasing the