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...

Raging River Deep in the forest, a river is raging It’s not waiting for an audience, lighting or staging It’s current swirls, proudly turbulent As if in it’s own private argument The calm waters of the lake, It does deplore It fights itself. Twisting. Turning. At war. Those brave enough to enter, to tread in It’s waves Are soon gasping, struggling, the grip of their graves They thought the river would control it’s rage That If they entered the rapids, it would disengage The river is wild though, and has no control The source of the river is a deep black hole From there, the rapids gush with ferocious speed Whoever is touched by it’s  power…will...

Dear Lord we seek you in the darkest of hours Our feet stumble Our eyes search for your face We are weary from travel, our backs weak from our load We need your hand To guide us from this place The path will ensnare us if we travel alone Filled with doubt It’s a path of lies, and shame Only by your grace, and through your eyes Do we see as you see.. Without...

Your silence can be deafening threatening enveloping  Your glazed eyes are distant resistant nonexistent You build walls to deflect disconnect redirect I reach out to feel for you appeal to you heal you Your fear keeps you chained strained pained You live inside your head stuck in bed so much unsaid I long for your embrace touch on my  face regular...