Still feeling angry.
Still feeling hurt and betrayed.
But damn! I miss you.
Ambivalent Heart
26 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: ambivalent, anger, betrayal, choices, decisions, forgive, forgiveness, grief, haiku, heal, healing, heart, hope, hurt, integrity, learning, lies, love, man, missing, pain, poem, poet, poetry, relationships, time, trust, truth, unconditional love, woman, women
My Box
23 Apr 2019 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: anger, attraction, box, change, choices, decisions, discovery, faith, fear, Freedom, haiku, happiness, heal, healing, heart, hope, integrity, life, live, love, man, me, Pandora, Pandora’s box, poem, poet, poetry, relationships, self discovery, self esteem, self worth, sex, sexuality, soul, strength, trust, truth, unconditional love, woman, women
Just like Pandora,
Opening my box won’t kill you.
Years should’ve proved that.
Independence Day
13 Aug 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: abuse, domestic violence, free, Freedom, haiku, heal, healing, hurt, love, poem, poet, poetry, rape, self, violence, woman, women, worth
You know why you’ve lost?
Cause I didn’t cry once today.
I call that a win.
Proverbs 3:13
23 Jun 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: abuse, bible, domestic violence, haiku, happy, heal, healing, man, men, poem, poet, poetry, rape, self love, sexual assault, survivor, women
Happy is the man,
Who confesses to his crimes.
Wear what you have done.
Out of a Muddy Death
21 May 2015 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: death, dying, haiku, hamlet, heal, healing, love, ophelia, pain, past, peace, plays, poem, poet, poetry, relationships, revive, self, shakespeare, survival, survive, survivor, theater, trauma, woman, women
Ophelia swims!
Just when you thought you’d drowned me,
I came up for air.
I Make the Rules
20 Oct 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: empowerment, haiku, hurt, live, loss, love, poem, poetry, power, reality, self, witch, women
Whose reality?
For me, you were never real.
My reality!
The Fall of (Wo)Man
26 Aug 2014 Leave a comment
in Poetry Tags: bible, equality, gender, God, hurt, love, man, poem, poetry, self, woman, women
What are you, Weak One?
You whose insides drip out of you like shame.
Whose worth is not marked by quality of character, but by the amount of produce seeded in your belly.
Does your existence only matter when there is fruit within your womb?
What are you?
Are you more than just a mere rib set aside to provide companionship?
To provide comfort?
Can you stand mightier than kings?
Divinely as gods?
You whose frame and feature is compared so often to that of a delicate flower.
What are you, Empty Strength?
You whose so numb, you couldn’t tell a winter wind from a knife in the back.
You who pleads in silence for a safe place to cry.
But instead follows the fold in a parade of rage.
What are you?
Are you more than just a pile of dust molded into a play thing for a fickle father?
A forever-child searching always for his abandoning mother?
You whose pride is more valuable than the opportunity to connect.
The opportunity to be human.
What are you?…
What are we?
