Poetry

I started writing in 2019 as I was going through a separation and ultimately a divorce. I feel in many ways poetry saved me. Poetry helped me understand that writing and authorship do not require anyone’s permission or approval but our own.

  • Our Pride United

    The desire to be free What we all shout is our desire to fly and see our potential grow higher, without being bound by chains with no key. We require the determination and power to live our life uniquely and free, preventing our hearts and souls from fading and wanting to retire under the weight…

  • Pain Behind

    In shadows cast by life’s hand, I stood alone on desolate land. Lost, forsaken, my heart bereft, trapped a world where bonds I once had left. With weary steps, I tread that path, Where laughter once danced, I experianced silent wrath. Isolation’s cloak tightened its hold, As sorrow’s whispers pierced my soul, bold. Longing for…

  • Lost If Not for Yesterday

    History gives a map of future’s way, Left by those who sailed our waters yesterday. Darkness hides deep below, naps in mystery, While warnings flowed stray, And now we question life beyond this day. Our anchored hope, though veiled, Claps at fear, And waves victory Where hearts now lay. False hope exists alone for they…

  • Lessons Past

    As progress renders shadows obsolete, warnings of certain darkness go unheard. Shade cast on nothing; forget guardrails serve to learn. Forgotten shadows neglect battles fought first in mind. This allows the path to failure as unprepared is human kind.

  • I Hate This Fate

    My racing mind, and worried heart, I hate my being, how’s that for a start My brain on fire, a rattled core,Back and forth, tides crash hard,Thoughts adrift, with no guard, This soul lost at sea, far from shore,Holding hope of rescue no more. Halt the thinking, brace for commotion—It spins fast—be ready—incoming emotions. Hateful…

  • Hope Surrendered

    Death, can you hear my constant cry? My spirit, burdened, falling in battles; I can no longer fight or fly. I think now to a time of beauty, peace, and light, Though I remain unseen, all my problems cease their might. I pause my words and reflect on what that means, As I retreat from…

  • Rising Joy

    In shadows cast by life’s cruel hand,I stand alone on desolate land,Lost, forsaken, my heart bereft,In a world where bonds I once had left. With weary steps, I tread this path,Where laughter once danced, now silent wrath, Isolation’s cloak tightens its hold,As sorrow’s whispers pierce my soul, bold. Longing for connections, lost and gone,Yearning for…

  • Enclosed

    When the first post is placed we allow a division to begin With each baluster we allow our outlook to grow dim Soon our vision doesn’t even allow the possibility of a gate, this however was the reality in our mind all along.

  • Cynicism

    Cynicism is opium to blunt pain. I’m a user and I love the kick but hate myself. I admired myself before pain. There was a simplicity before I started lying to myself.

  • Forward Go

    There’s nowhere to go but forward, but that’s ok because today we are creating tomorrow’s memories.