Sister...

14 years is a long time
to be sick
tired
in pain
homebound for the most part
missing freedom
friends
family
afraid not to continue hoping
for healing
struggling every day
just to live
just to be.
she cries
my heart breaks. 

 

in its place...

I present myself
without any intention
of presenting myself
in any particular
recognizable way.
I want my words
to be in the light
 myself in shadow. 

 

try not to make a mess...

if you are determined,
  bound and determined,
     to disregard
          disrespect
          dismiss
     the life that you own,
            get a room
               far away
                  and write a long note
                     saying "sorry, I love you,
             but I hate myself more."
         
         dammit
         you made a mess.

Empty...

                                               this is empty.
                                               this is where I am
                                               now.
                                               Empty all around.
                                               Empty ahead.
                                               Empty.

Poetus interruptus...

there's a phrase
gone as quickly
as it came.
So instead of brilliance
there is nothing
to say.