I Lost Her in the Quiet

I had my own choices
once,
in a new and unfamiliar world.

I was allowed to speak —
to name my fears,
to listen to the quiet alarms inside me.

Then something larger moved in.

A force.
A season.
A life stage.
A voice that wasn’t mine.

Maybe a bully.
Maybe time.
Maybe I still don’t know
what the hell happened.

I only know
I lost her.

Buried under expectations,
under survival,
under a pile of things I never chose
but learned to carry.

Is this it?

Fighting every day
to keep the peace
with too many branches pulling at me —

while secretly
wanting to burn the whole damn tree
just to see what’s left standing.

We Glow the Same Color

We glow the same color at the same time.

We sparkle with challenges, easing the strife.

We embrace the impossible to take on the barriers.

We dance around the careless placement of despair.

We take our love with powerful reinforcement.

We salt the path ahead with confidence.

We climb higher than the mountain ahead.

We glow the same color at the same time.

From the Pieces

The pieces lie scattered at my feet.

Please—
do not hand them to me.

Let me reach for them
when I am ready.

Do not give up on me yet.
I am still here.

I will learn the shape of what broke.
I will take my time
sorting what can be kept,
what must be reimagined.

Do not sweep them away.
Do not hide them.
Do not decide their fate for me.

The mess is mine.
I own every fragment before me.

There is strength in these hands—
enough to build
from what remains.

And if time runs thin,
if the clock dares to stop,
I will still do this—

making something truer,
something stronger,
from the pieces
on the ground.

It Cleared the Way

It opened a space within the vast darkness

It spread apart the confusion in the dream

It crawled between the barriers in the daylight

Here, it has cleared the way.

It confirmed the intuition in the waves of thought

It embraced the powers in the confident moments

It allowed the peaceful presence of the internal heaven

Here, it has cleared the way

She Catches Butterflies

Her wonder is compared to that of an adventurous child. 

Tiptoes among the young and old.

She sees the vastness of pain and reason. 

Chasing butterflies for answers among the endless winds. 

She stops at the edge, terrified to take the leap. 

Working hard to catch up to her passions. 

In dreams, she catches butterflies until her reality allows her to take flight.

Please

 My voice is frozen in time,

 moving backward.

The door is open,
yet I cannot see it.

The weight inside my mind
begins to spin me.

Please.

My sight blurs,
turning inward.
The ground beneath me
feels uneven, untrustworthy.

The thickness of my thoughts

brings me to a halt.

Please.

My hearing is clouded,
filtered away from truth.
The path stretches long,
winding endlessly around doubt.

Silence cries out
in uncomprehension.

Please.

Beginning or End

On the hill above the town,

where every street still knows her name, she stands with a bottle of water twisting the cap as the past flickers below.

The town that raised her. The streets that shaped her. The life she once fit into.

She stills herself, as if motion alone might decide everything.

The sky deepens. Evening holds its breath.

For a moment, she lets go of every story she’s carried— every expectation, every weight mistaken for destiny.

Darkness comes, not as an ending, but as a pause.

A surrender to not knowing.

Is this the beginning, or the end— or the quiet space
where choosing finally becomes possible?

YOU HOLD YOUR DREAM

 

I had a dream that he came to me

He let me believe I was free

He made peace with it all.

I had a dream, and then he left again.

No one will know what you hold inside.

Allowed to shadow your former self

Dreams will come but will not hold you.

You are the dream in living color

IN ALL MY DAYS

In all my days, I want to have peace.

In all my days, I want to have joy.

In all my days, I want to have honesty.

In all my days, I want to have faith.

In all my days, I want to have power.

In all my days, I want to have me.

MY MIND IS NEVER STILL

My mind is never still.

Always searching for answers.

The continuous quest to solve problems goes on.

Blinding questions and tempting solutions,

bring me deeper still, to the undetermined means.

Circles of information dance lazily together to form no actual meaning.

No peace for a whirlwind of thoughts; stillness does not reside.

Countless ideas resound quietly, waiting for the approval of time.

The focus of the day is far from thought.

My mind is never still.

NOT CRAZY

I have walked in the darkness
I am not crazy, just lost

I know myself to know I can find light
I have followed the tunnel to hell
I have ran the other way
I am not crazy, just sad

I have asked for help
I have bent on knee to beg
I have whispered my pain
I am not crazy, just hurt

I have answered to evil
I have backed up from it
I know I will heal
I am not crazy, just hidden

I will pray for the day
I will hold on tight
I am well enough to know
I am not crazy