Poetry

Give me a voice 

Let it pour out of my throat 

Till it becomes words 

Let me say what I believe 

Yell and scream 

Sob and shriek  

Until there's no voice left in me 

I think you are my worst enemy 

If I could piece together the right words I might, 

Sing you a song  

Maybe it would be easier to understand 

In the shadows of fear and despair 

Anxiety casts a long, oppressive glare. 

A knot in the gut, a tightness in the 

Chest,

My boo, baby, and honey bunches of oats.

I’m very glad that you came up to me at the airport.

That you saw through my traveling stench, eyebags, and anger.

Sitting in the living room

Watching the evening news,

Which you made me do,

Because it's “stimulating”

I wait until you called out

“Dinner!”

What a weird little world,
you sit there and ponder,
with its silly little merits,
leaping out
as you wander.
Squirrels of gray and brown,
birds of bright red,
flurries of color
wait just overhead.

Most people find brown an odd colour to choose.  

It's loud. 

Ugly. 

In your face. 

This brown is the colour of shifting leaves as they float to the ground come October. 

I watch you shine, so full of light,
While I am stuck here at night,
Once I had dreams, a path so clear,
But now I hide my pain and fear.

If only I had that strength then things would have been different.

We would still share a home,

Memories that we once shared 

With laughter and love

What if I were her? 

What if I was the girl you liked in 5th grade, the one with long, silky hair 

The one with a slim body

A pretty voice, beautiful eyes… 

Flame to finger 

Burn away the remembering 

smoke leaving through windows 

trace of yearning

to exploit the whispers that come from deep inside 

I know you feel it 

Protection

Protection is a blanket

Like a blanket that protects you from the monsters

But remove the blanket