Two years ago, they said I wasn’t welcome. In the home I had made my own, over ten years. I made a move, To a house of one room. The year I began to honestly heal. If I’d had a welcome rug, it got pulled. I was bitter but determined, My new abode would haveContinue reading “Fresh”
Today marks the annual first summer fruit breakfast And I would like to recognize that, Even though fresh Oregon berries taste like hope for a better world, The berries would be much bigger, If I could share them, with the thousands of wrongfully convicted, Living on hopeless, flavorless, carbohydrates. Justice is sweet, Only some tasteContinue reading “Summer Fruit”
Please permit me the strength to Evolve beyond the insecurities, Raging, beyond blood depth, Monsters, of dependence for ability. Induring fear of being hidden behind Social stereotypes that allow society to Sanction their pessimism and dismissal I am forgotten, we are, because Offers of empty prayer and some half-assed Notion of accessibility.
Fell on my face, And I laughed. A swollen lymph node, That aches and burns, And I marvel. Stomach aches, Pressure. And I smile, Just home-y enough I know pain. I know overcoming. And I have long ago Shedded hopelessness.
I despise it. And here I am Doing it again, Against my will. I have built a bridge From where I was To this moment Where I can make a mark, That for once, isn’t a scar. But this bridge is missing its last plank As I wait for more wood and nails.
When I have a general social group bias Prove me wrong, Please! I. Want. To. Be. Corrected. I want to understand in full. I want to have evidence of my education. I want to have faith in people, And am willing to learn in the name of goodness.
The light of morning doesn’t always come at dawn. It doesn’t always come in a twenty-four hour cycles It can come in childhood, And leave another entire phase of life in the darkness. It can linger, like a thick fog, frozen in the air against your skin. Darkness is isolating and heavy, But the morningContinue reading “The Light of Morning”
If this life was a flower, You may scoff, At the dandelion In the dying grass. But, I feed the bees, And people blanket me in wishes, “Get well.” “Stay strong. “ “Have faith.” “Keep trying.” “Have respect for your elders. “ And after that I am blown aside, Except for a few souls whoContinue reading “DANDELION GIRL”
I have a love hate relationship with my brain. Yes, without it I wouldn’t be here now, pecking at my phone. But, I get stuck in it, In a matter of milliseconds after the slightest trigger. The position of the sun, A smell wafting through the air, Free time, Silence. Anything can slow me down.Continue reading “Short Circuit”
I got up I did day to day things Again and again And my energy did not slide, So I kept going. I had no trouble going starting new activities without thinking. And I have little knowledge how or why. How do I repeat it? How do I leave things to chance with the newContinue reading “An Ode To Yesterday”