I feel this tightening in my chest I’m sleeping more, but get no rest I’m ill equipped for trials like these The kind that drops you to your knees I don’t have answers that I need I ask for help, I beg, I plead I yearn for peace, a quiet heart Instead I’m being torn apart My failures rip myself in two My lack of knowing what to do I alone should hold the key Trusting eyes will look to me Instead I have to turn away I never know just what to say I stumble over broken thoughts Unable to connect the dots I long to climb up from this hole To feel a peace within my...

She sits holding her knees in the floor of the boat as the rope slips through her hand The anchor which held her safely at shore Now sits untethered in the sand She has no feelings for what she’s done this silent drifting away For it feels no different from the way she’s lived In a disconnected sort of way Going through the motions, playing the part Yet numb to the joys and the pains Disconnected from her heart, the ability to feel A shell is all that...

Before we met, you were a part of me body swollen, heavy with your weight I protected you in your liquid cradle Desperate to hold who I helped create Hands so little, yet such a strong grip you responded to my every touch Heart swollen, arms heavy with your weight how could I possibly love this much? You’re getting older, I’m getting desperate… to keep you safe, to keep you close My heart is heavy with the weight It’s as it should be, I suppose It was easier when you were part of me I didn’t mind carrying your weight I could protect you, comfort and shield you Now I’m just desperate,  to hold who I helped...

There is no solid ground here where I stand My feet are sinking beneath this sand I feel betrayed by this shifting ground I see no help as I look around No branch or vine to pull me free Not a single soul to rescue me My pleas for mercy go unheard I beg for answers, but get no word I’m all alone in this desert sand My throat is dry,  my skin is tanned I see no end to this blistering heat The sand keeps shifting beneath my feet My eyes keep searching for some solid ground But there’s nothing, and no one,...

Toothpaste in the sink on the mirror, on the wall   A forgotten trail of toys, Littered down the hall   Half of a sandwich, 4 days old Left in a lunchbox,  covered with mold   Backpacks and shoes, dropped by the door Clothes never seeing inside of a drawer   Clean bathroom towels, in short supply Wet bathroom towels were not hung to dry   Fingerprint smudges all over the glass Dirty hands touching it, each time they pass...

His words splinter as he swings his ax recklessly The tree’s limbs which have sheltered him now hang limp at his revelry Does he not remember sitting under her canopy, protected? He rested at her roots, Tree and he, they were connected But he stopped sitting beside her he no longer wanted the shade She saw him sweating, burning in the sun but couldn’t go to his aide Instead of crossing to her branches to stand beneath for comforting He gets angry with her blame’s her for his suffering Out comes his ax, not realizing what he is doing His gaze locks on her as he does his abusing She see’s a familiar look, there is shame in his eyes He’s not the first to swing an ax and shame often swings in...