Running toward the light at the end of the poetry tunnel never ending prompts (it seems) push me closer to the finish line drooping eyes muddled brain tired, cramped fingers I’m not giving up I have to reach the finish line until then I will…

Running almost empty forgot my password panicked need to finish then I remembered it wrote a poem so quick so not to forget it like my energy time is running

Running, running, sprinting down the street, feeling feet thud pavement, arms as I swing, chest tightening, sweat slipping as I press on, stretching for the end in sight, the finish line, but even when my legs should stop my heart keeps running.

On this solemn night Awake with my thoughts Alone in them all, sadly Tearing my soul to pieces Ripping away the heartache Waiting to just feel whole again

labels hard lamentably, they are also useful, amass them unbarred   Mad, enby LGBTQIA ADHPTSD   alphabet soup and it’s actually the abbreviated set

Running from the truth Running from the pain Running from the uncomfortable Running from myself

  I am a closet Just a hole carved into a wall Mostly ignored often used quite abused at times Children play in my depths Hide and seek galore Teenagers abuse me hiding forbidden things and tears of angst Within my depths items long forgotten…

I don’t want to talk, I don’t have a lot to say, I’m here to listen.

LONG GONE Long gone are the days Us holding a heartfelt thank Long gone are the moments Innocent touch hugging our bodies Long gone are the minutes Our breaths blended in an instant Long gone are the adventures Excitement changed into shame Long gone are…