Artist Envy

For many years I considered myself to be a person with no real artistic talent. I always hid in the back row of my own recitals and cheered for my friends in the front. This is a platform where I will finally display my creations; the photographs and poetry I have always been so afraid to share. Many of my poems are not always easy to read and may bring to rise feelings associated with trauma. Please keep this in mind while reading. The photographs I post will be of those I love.

Monday, March 18, 2019

Closure

CLOSURE

I don't like to admit how much I think
Wondering how I can see your insides
Maybe if I was an avalanche
instead of a storm
you would see clearly enough to run.
Now your feet are stuck and you think you are safe
So you open up
with no regrets
Only to find you are drowning in ice
and it is far too late
to run

Dead Weight

DEAD WEIGHT

The clouds are heavy fists today

their calloused edges push on her neck

Gentle strands of her dark hair

are slowly rising

Down is her destination

while the waves keep her silence

Holding her under

for just a little bit longer

The weight will give

her body will sink

Down below the murky waters

May she rest in Power.