Image prompt: gate keeper you welcomed me – somewhere I didn’t know I’d be lost to in fog and darkness comforting and yet something not quite right.   gatekeeper to what has never belonged to you to keep anyone in or out of… especially light…

Trapped in a looking glass whiling my time away as well as my youth. Wasting body, insanity is driving me to mindlessness. My struggle feels too heavy and too enourmous for my shoulders feels like I am carrying around this huge backpack full of rocks…

Dear Pastor; I know that I’m not the easiest person to get to know – to get close to I appreciate that you even try to. I know that I am not the best example of how to live a godly life I might swear…

A tapestry of time Woven from the remnants of nursery rhymes, fairy tales, and broken promises of youth Stitched together with wishing stars and skinned knee tears Adorned with baby teeth, skipping stones, fishing line, a handful of jacks and one lost playing card  

White washed wall waiting Bleached, beautiful and borrowed It speaks in blankness

Ten years ago, My head floated like a balloon above everything imagining the best. Ten years ago, my body worked better. It has always felt weighed down. But not like today as it holds me prisoner. Ten years ago, Hope was still in every dream…

Hour Two, Unprompted – 2023 Shining smiles, filled with glee; Our joy is my strongest memory. You have seen me, in all stages; Held me, Through all phases – A gift of many graces, Nothing can replace this; So then, the truth calls us to…

Falling Fainted heart of mine Attuned to a future without You – I Let my soul drown in sorrow Longing for this nightmare to end I fall into the arms of self destruction Not able to catch onto hope Grieving what we had INTO THE…

I spent my childhood on a stage refining the art of attention for your satisfaction   Now I’ve got no strings to pull me and seem to have forgotten how to scream with my own voice   (Hour 2)

silver can you see the sheen on the coat of a silver tailed fox or the cool handful of tinsel on the Christmas bough the Mexican ladies dangling from ears .925 stamped on the small of her back the weight of the drawer laden  with…