Poetry
Only Child
Being an only child is begging your parents for a scrap of attention. Play with me! Play with me! Look at what I made! I’ll do better next time, promise! Can you please just stay? Are you mad at me? Oh no. I’m sorry, I’ll be quiet!
Functional Family
Poetry
Younger me
I can see you’re struggling, but you don’t have to hide. There is one sanctuary still, I’ve hidden it deep inside. I know it feels like the world hates you, but it’s pipe smoke through a screen. It has nothing to do with you at all,
Poetry
Emotional Scarcity
I no longer scramble for your validation and on the other side of that needy desperation I see that scarcity had less to do with whether or not I was deserving of your station, and more with your inability to be kind I feel freed by a new peace of
Poetry
DNA chords
I wonder what it would feel like to be validated by them. Under the wing of my own mother hen. Ink spills over our desk, so I pick up the pen. Carefully chosen words fall on deaf ears. Oily feathers revealed to be spears. My ink bleeds over wasted years.
Poetry
Roxy
You don't see the being inside of me. Surface level projection of your beliefs. A flesh Acheron inconveniently diseased. Nasty for the sin of being free. Unfit for you to live vicariously. I try instead to live for me. An attack you'd like to believe. But
Poetry
A bird with a broken wing
I want to write a poem for you But you don’t really let people in So I can only write for the father I’ve had Not the one you wish you had been Deep beneath the skin of a man little boy cries frozen in time For a
Poetry
Sunshine
Brown eyes brighter than the sun I saw the world through yours before I ever grew my own Strong hands forged in fire and stone You stood stalwart between my light and the unknown Sour words that stung in my youth Turned bitter after half a decade apart Lemonade sweetened