A few things I’ve written over the years.  Poetry is certainly not my strong suite.  But every once in awhile, something rhythmic happens in my brain.

i.  6.29.16

I am drowning in a sea of self-destruction

Walking through memories best forgotten

Who I was, who I am … how I came to be

So much pain, so much angst, so much misery

And on the other side, in the sun, in the light

How much should I remember, and how much release to flight?

I am angry, I am resigned. I am strong, I am kind.

I was not always who I am today.

And *that* for now, must be okay.

ii.  2.17.17

I am breathing

Like a rhythm

My heart, my lungs, my soul

I am searching for an answer

to a question

I don’t know …

I am reaching

for your hand

For something I can hold

I am praying

for an answer

to the swirling of my world

iii.  11.16.99

I’m battered, I’m bruised

I’m aching, I’m used

I’m broken, I’m breathless

I’ve fallen, you’re gone

I’m shut down, inside out

Silent, consumed with doubt

Waiting in darkness, in misery

And it would take a stronger person than I could ever be

To take on the challenge of me

To lift me higher than I’ve ever been

To make me believe again