Category: poetry

April 16: Supposed to Be She was everything she was supposed to beQuiet and ordinary, go with the flow, don’t rock the boatShe was everything she was supposed to beIt was her chance and so hid herself behind a cheerful guiseShe was everything she was supposed to beThe truth of who she was pushed down…

The balances are always tipping slightly
From one side to the other and back again
As each moment, each experience, each part of your journey
Is taken into account, reviewed, and stacked
Your life story reduced to blocks on a scale, determining, what?

There is a day between that dark Friday and that Sunday Morning
That is not spoken of, not discussed, not shared, not celebrated
No one mourns that lost Saturday and no one celebrates its coming
The day between, when the world held it’s collective breath

Sometimes the loudest sound is the sound of nothing –
The silence where laughter once rang free –
where songs filled the air with sparkling melody –

April 6: But Then There is Hope It would be so easy to give upSo easy to decide that today, this moment, was all that would ever beIt would be so easy to give inSo easy to look at the hurts that fight to the surface and let them winIt would be so easy to…

Determined to unknot the path though our fingers bend and our caloused hands bleed
From the effort to unwind ourselves from the knotted, rugged landscape of our hearts.
Over under around and through we follow the mountains and valley and never quite see
Beyond the next bend the frayed edges become worn with time and tears.