Six months to overcome an addiction. One week to go.
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Weaving Words
Weaving words
Painting with a pen
The paper that was undisturbed
Ripples with thoughts that have been
Offered wings
Crazy Random Behavior
For years
I used to buy into other people’s
Crazy random behavior
Not any more.
Desensitized
Sometimes the first cut really is the deepest
The blood is redder, more vibrant, gushing
The pain is more bitter and raw
And then after more cuts follow
Cut after cut after cut after cut
Once previous tender flesh
Is scarred over and over again
And when taking the time
To stop and notice
There is no more pain.
Overflowing
I was addicted
To a love that never was
Waiting for your touch
Craving each discarded crumb
My highs and lows diverting pain
The rejection I feared with all my soul
Rejection I forced into being
The rejection that finally gave way
To peace
To me
To the deep well of love
Overflowing
The love inside of me
Kisses
Connecting to myself
Connecting to me
Walking into the future
Walking from here
My heart is still
Beating hope
And I know
I know
The tides will turn
Everything I wished for
My hopes, desires, my dreams
Will caress me tenderly
And lovingly
Kiss my face
Gemma
My little baby girl 😍
Georgette Selfie
Forever, I Cried
I’m shredded to pieces
My heart beats no more
Red blood is dripping
All over the floor
My soul has escaped
It’s free from its form
It watches, it speaks
Above the cruel storm
I lived on this earth
I loved and then died
My words will stand
Forever, I cried.
Glass Bomb
I bottled inside of me
My anger and rage
The pressure built up
As I tightened the grip
Tighter and tighter
I held the glass bomb
My hands were at risk
My arms, face, my life
I closed my eyes
I prayed in the still
Seconds ticked by
My heart counted time.
BOOM!
