24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
This one was still in my drafts lol
I’m Not Sorry
I’m not sorry
for breaking your heart
because you didn’t have one
to begin with.
I’m not sorry
for crushing your dreams
because they were
my nightmares.
I’m not sorry
for leaving you,
you were not a home
but a bear trap.
I’m not sorry
for hurting you
it’s how I survived.
Apparently I forgot to post hour 22 here too but posted it on my social media. 😬
A blue butterfly
zigzags frantically
across my vision.
And I wonder why
it flitters so much
when it’s never had
to dodge bullets.
Can’t believe I forgot to post the last one
Rest, darling.
I knowyour soul is weary.
You are tired, we all are.
But do you feel that?
The subtle bubble
of quaking inside?
You are about to show the world
exactly what happens
when you fuck us over.
But first rest.
Umbrellas keep us dry
and shaded from the sun.
Raindrops pitter patter
running off.
Sun rays beat down
warming the ground.
Echo husband
Repeats everything I say
as if it were his idea.
My ideas get no credit
because he makes them his.
I say it and like an echo
I hear it again.
Oz
a happy place
sunshine
and flowers
friends
and journeys
where the unknown
is discovered
all because
there’s no place like home.
A Moment of Joy
Writing poems with many
wonderful people,
none who I know personally
but gather with virtually
for exciting writing events.
We gather multiple times
each year.
Monsters under my bed
Can’t hang my hand over the side
something may grab it.
Can’t sleep too close to the bed edge
something may touch me.
I should know better
dust bunnies are all that
is under my bed.
It always looks better
from the outside.
Smiles, laughter
Deep down there is hurt
and loneliness.
Look a little deeper
hug a little harder.