Poetry

my heart was ripped apart in seconds

and it only took a few hours to be stitched up again.

those stitches won't stay

just like I know you won't.

you leave the conversations like deer,

i always feel pressured into

being grateful for the biggest things i can

which to me always sounds like i'm shouting for forgiveness

instead of gratitude. i never get to say i'm grateful

The days I wake up

and fall asleep

and move through the world

tired and clumsy,

it is hard to know the truths

of what I am grateful for.

Those days,

I am grateful not for winter,

In the car

After dark

With the headlights shining

On the wet pavement

Like stars on the ground

I curl up in my seat

And the news is on

Voices fill the car

Not my own

Not my dads

The stone wall upon which he sits is crumbling, rough and moss covered, but it is home. 
He stares up at the migrating geese, their honks loud and clear in the crisp air. 

November 6th, 2024 

Today my grief is loud 

She is shaky and terrified 

I hold her gently in my arms 

We stood at the entrance of a new age. 

Past a garden of all we had ever known,

We found the gate.  

Past what we were meant to know and created to be.

She is not really gone

She is right here

She is not really lost

She's only at college

becoming a

a sister that I do not know

a girl beyond creation

Sometimes I am funny

sometimes I can rhyme

sometimes people don't take me as

serious all the time

But let me reassure you

I can be that, too

if you just watched and listened

“She looks just like her,” said John. 

Same hair, same eyes, same smile.

She looks like my girl.

I missed looking at her face, but it gave me comfort.

To create a poem

You need a reason, a rhyme

Something that's on your mind

 You also should take your time

It doesn't have to rhyme

Just like this stanza

A poem can be all sizes

I don’t see myself in pictures hanging crooked on the wall, 

The shade of red that coats my cheeks can shift to none at all. 

For I might offer just a hunch to those in this dismay?