Category: Poetry
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Freefall
There it isThat quiet startling momentWhen I look at you and I can’t rememberWho i was before you walked into my lifeOr did I walk into yours?Does it even matter? I’m telling myself I shouldn’t hope for anythingBut here I am anyway, standing at the edgeLooking out over the unknownAnd…
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The Mother Who Never Looked Back
I came into this world reaching,But your arms were always full,Of silence,Of distance,Of everything but me. I searched your eyes for answers,In photos that never smiled.I asked the air what I had done,Why I was the child,You didn’t choose. You were the dream I carried,Like a bruise beneath my skin,A…
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Time doesn’t heal all wounds
Time doesn’t heal all wounds It just teaches us to carry them differently In the hunch of your shoulders The weight of your sighs The way your laughter Never quite reaches your eyes You become a master of disguise Pretending the ache is gone That the scar doesn’t throb Because…
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To Falling in Love..Again
I’m in love again… at least, I think I am But who needs certainty when the heart’s a daring gambler? Betting on the rush, the flutter, the fumble Caught between the thrill of new sparks and old shadows I won’t overthink it, won’t blink or overdrink it I just want…
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Unfiltered
I stood in front of my mirror today Looking at my naked form The curves, the dips The spots, the stripes Laid bare on miles of skin I traced the scars and marks With curious fingers and eyes No clothes to hide No masks to wear Just raw, unfiltered me…
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Before I Go
Come see me before I go Before the sun sets its final glow Before the flowers wilt and die Before the tears fill up your eyes Come hold my hand and share your fears Whisper secrets in my ears Let laughter fill the empty space And love bring a smile…
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Sweet Surrender
In the world of dark delights I find myself consumed Pulled in by the thrill Of control and surrender The sting of leather The gnaw of ropes Every sensation heightened Bruises blooming like flowers I find comfort in the ache The constant throb The familiar sting I crave the sharpness…
