Poetry

  • Hope and Fear

    Hope and Fear

    What do you do When you’re afraid of hope?When you’ve become used to the pain And have found ways to cope? How do you react When you hear there’s a way?To be freed from your chains To be healed from the pain? How do you move forward When you know you might fall back?And feel… Continue reading

  • I See Galaxies

    I See Galaxies

    Do you know what it is like To see for the first time? Do you know what it is like To be brought back to life? To feel the breeze And smell the scents?To feel hope rising From the darkest of depths? I was locked in a dark place Starved of all that was good… Continue reading

  • Dark Sun

    Dark Sun

    A lament I see cold stars In dark skies Their blue light No warmth provides A black sun rises Radiant dark Light flees into cracks Night is about to start Blue flames lock me Into a pillar of ice Water shoots upwards The ground by clouds dried An inverted world Tries to take my life… Continue reading

  • The Cure

    The Cure

    Writing is the cure To this disease of mine It heals my emotions Brings peace to my mind Life crippled me Writing made me to walk Trauma stole my voice But with writing, I can talk Depression struck me blind Surrounded me with dark Writing gave me new vision Lit my path with its spark… Continue reading

  • Cut Adrift

    Cut Adrift

    I am adrift on a raft Lost at sea Cast away on an island With no one but me I am in a glass box But the glass is blurred I have given up screaming For I cannot be heard Trapped in a prison Within my own mind My senses stripped away I am deaf,… Continue reading

  • Cracked Wood

    Cracked Wood

    Splintered wood Cracks spreading Like thin, spidery fingers Forming a grisly webbing A shuddering collapse Legs buckle and break The table crumples Surely all will forsake A wooden table Broken by pain Rebuilt by His Hands Fit for purpose again Continue reading

  • Perfectionism

    Perfectionism

    Crack goes the whip Anytime you stop It bites like a viper So hard to shake off Every seat is a flame Every bed laced with nails Rest is the charge Arrested with no bail It reads my to-do list When I try to go to sleep When I collapse to the ground It drags… Continue reading

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