A Gift

A nightmare swallowed me 

My drowning mother 

I reached for her 

I grabbed and pulled 

She sank 

I panicked 

She was too far 

My heart raced 

I couldn’t breathe

She’s dying! 

She’s dead.

I woke up 

It’s her birthday next week

It was a dream – she is still alive

I will buy her a gift 

So I bought her a gift 

Which she never received 

Because she was already 

Dead.

Never Been To Me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Mix Tape Masterpiece.”

Hey, you know what paradise is?
It’s a lie, a fantasy we create about people and places as we’d like them to be
But you know what truth is?
It’s that little baby you’re holding, it’s that man you fought with this morning
The same one you’re going to make love with tonight
That’s truth, that’s love

Charlene – I’ve never been to me

Why Do People Lie?

Why do people lie?

Is it because they do not like the truth
Is it because they do not like the question
Is it because they do not like the answer
Is it because it is simply easier to explain
Is it because there is a fear of being judged
Is it because they are afraid of what might be
Is it because they are scared to tell the truth
Is it because it feels the safer option

Tell me, why did you lie to me?

Overcoming

Unhappy Girl Standing In The Middle Of A Forest

When your path is dimmed
And no light ahead
Look up, my friend, look up

When hope has fled
And love is dead
Look up, my friend, look up

When overwhelmed—
Need a stepping stone
Look up, my friend, look up

When friends have gone
And you are alone
Look up, my friend, look up

Lift your eyes to see your truth
Allow the way to clear

For it is only by taking steps
Will you overcome your fear