Poems · writing

Bitter in its Sweetness/Estranged

Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud; 

You left me and I’ve nowhere to go.


You carried my heart with you,

You carried it in your heart.


When the door closed and the sun set


You took my heart with you,

You carried it in your heart.


You told me I was whatever a moon has always meant,

And whatever a sun will always sing is you.


You carry my heart with you,

You carry it in your heart.


And I wish you would bring it back.

Poems · writing

Whispered Things

I’m afraid my heart is closing up

I’m afraid the love I gave was never enough

I’m afraid of Time

Of the lines it furrows deep between, under, outside my eyes

I fear the timidness lurking inside, a meek spirit waiting to take over any liquid fire slipping passed my lips

I’ve felt it entangle me, encouraging every doubt, stroking each insecurity.

A russet hound, sickly and old

Begrudgingly, I allow these feelings to take hold

Scarcely aware of the inequities.