I Apologize.

A gift came my way I was loathe to refuse, though I knew rage would come. I apologize? I die to myself over and over again, though I know I’m not seen. I apologize? Walking on eggshells, every encounter is fragile, and I know I can’t win. I apologize? I...

Extrovert

A piece each to all, I have run out of talent to reach all who ask. Hurting hearts, needs burn. Depression, loneliness reigns, but I fall too short. Invisible pain leads me to compassionate sympathy, empty. I, never enough sight to see all the way deep into hearts...

The Staircase.

It’s a spiral staircase. She just keeps circling ’round, unsure if her direction is forward or backward. Turns out, it’s neither. Only around, around. Up. Down. It’s a solid staircase. High rails, and no way off. Everything moves on. The...

Words

What good are words in moments consummated in feeling? Birth. Death. They come, creating voids of unfamiliar depth. Known, yet unfamiliar. So I fill them with words. My hands cannot reach past borders and miles the way they are needed. Bringing help and presence. I...