My first writing love was poetry and I’ve been reading and writing it since I was a child. Here, I wanted to share just a few of my poems. You can find a lot more on my site Impressions.
Stale
Lying in the makeshift bed
in the little flowered room,
I smell the aroma of her
morning bread.
I’m not alone
but I feel alone
with my angry older
brother on the opposite wall.
I want to butter a warm slice,
I want to see her smile,
feel love,
taste her bread.
But I look at him
and I know
it’ll be stale.
A Poem a Day
A poem a day
keeps that asshole at bay.
My headache weakens
when my pen smacks
the paper.
I laugh gloriously,
I can inhale
another day.
I turn his head
when I stand for
a reading.
He steps in his drool
and I smile–
I love to turn that
man into a fool.
Sweet vengeance
yes, it’s mine
and I thank words,
my writing–
It’s better every time
than fighting.
My Path
Why can’t I say it?
Words are so hard spoken,
if only I could write them
this time,
but I can’t.
I can heal. I can become
someone amazing
if I can find the courage
to speak.
Years and years of one-way
living is so difficult to
change.
But I remember all the
good things I was taught,
all the important things
and all my prayers, my
dreams, my faith.
They add up to me.
I can beat this beast
once and for all
and I can be on my way–
my path.
Second Chance
Looking for material
praying for strength
I shoot the gun
that claimed your
faith.
I’d travel great
distances and not lose
who I am
but I’d shine my
light and hope you
want to see me again.
It’s like starting over
and I dread the change
but knowing you’re
so close
makes my heart
beat again.
This poem was originally published in the literary journal called Reflections.
Want to read more?
Check out The Touch and Sin.
And you can buy my published collection of poetry called See Me on Amazon.
There is beauty in heartbreak and loss.
There is always light and love.
Family, love, relationships, pain, hope and courage–many realities of life. This collection of poems touches them all.
You’re invited to read and see me for the flawed but hopeful person I am.
The person maybe we all are.