Waxing poetic on thoughts, theory & the times
August 2, 2017
I have come into my own
Dredged through
The swamp
Of the lowest
of my lows
And pulled myself up
To stand erect
Looked back in reflection
And from the muck
Sculpted a self
I can admire
I am the potter and clay,
I am the pot
-that which cannot exist
Without
the gaping hole
at center
June 10, 2005
I have not given up
For reasons
I have yet to understand
For circumstances
I am yet to apprehend
Teetered on this tightrope of life
Given the benefit of doubt
Only to see that I have been left out
Lean on no one, no more
Expect from none other than me
Dream my own dreams
Weave my own path
Take a breath
And let it pass
I have said my goodbyes
To a time when I was
Someone
I never wished to be
Someone who remains
Deep inside of me
Times are difficult
I will admit
And I am still
a little strange
But keep up,
And in time you will find
That no one’s life
is quite the same
That despite whether or not
others can
I still have
to love me.
Written 2005
Please forgive me
For my inexperience,
My awkward footing,
These shoes are new
–A little too big,
Though they looked
Like they would fit,
I will grow into them
If you give me time,
I know the right footwork
I have seen it before,
Just never danced
a tango for two
And of course,
Like I mentioned
–the shoes
Trust me,
I am not always this shy
That is just a part
Of my inexperience
That we will need to get by
Sometimes I am too bold
Forgive me for this
–Out of the loop
For far too long,
Sorry,
If I come on too strong
I will get the hang
If you just take the lead
Sorry, again,
If I forget to breathe
And sorry for all of my apologies
Please,
Just don’t let me dive in too deep
February 18, 2017
Away,From you,
You are still with me
Always a piece
Keeps me
Striving to be
A better me
Piece–a memory
keeps me awake
Unwilling to settle for less
Than tomorrow
And judgment-free, me
I neither hear,
Nor see you,
But knowing you are
You were,
You were even possible
To be
Keeps me in motion
Balancing,
Wiser as me,
I thank you,
From my crescent top,
Back and forth,
Up and down
And still I rise,
Out of sight,
Even still
Your memory
Reminds me
Of the proven possibility
Of peace
within me.
January 2017
I wish
I had
Never gone
Down that path
Forced fate’s hand
But the detour
Was not recent
I derailed
A decade prior to
Long before
My fingerprints
Marked the knob
That turned
And opened the door
And brought me back home
July 21, 2017
We scream,
Into a computer screen
our hopes,
our fears,
wishes,
dreams
The vanity!
We crave,
An audience
To validate the self
Remind us
of our own existence
And so,
on we scream
She of Letters 