Dear Melissa

When you read this, I won’t know if you’ll be shocked or just subdued. I won’t know if you’ll think I took the coward’s way out or had the courage to do something most people only dream or talk about. Life is filled with tragic curves and barely guarded hairpin bends and there’s only so…

Guard Demons

All my old demons are scratching at the door, The loyal guard dogs I can’t seem to lose, They’re begging for treats ‘cause they’ve been so good, I can count on them to remember the same dark roads. There’s alcohol in my closet and on my tongue again, A half empty bottle hidden in one…

Wednesday’s Child

I was not born to be happy… No bright star shown down on me When I was dropped headfirst into the world Red-faced, kicking, screaming And placed in my mother’s arms— The only true home I’ve ever known Instead, a dark star witnessed my birth Stepped out of hell’s black hole Took me in its…

Break Her Spirit

An age-old tiredness resides inside her, like the weight of the world alone she must shoulder. The demons screech and claw and howl. They’ve wreaked their havoc: her mind befouled. For, now she pretends to be happy and calm, which is just a cover for the raging storm. Inside, she yells and begs for help….

Talking Bears

There are voices surrounding me As I walk through these strange woods, I wonder if it’s just fear making me hear things Or if my sanity is finally departing from my body, Driven out by all the thoughts inside my brain, I wonder if there’s a different between the two, It feels like one feeds…

Pathetic

Pathetically I masquerade as a happy woman Smiling, listening, responding. Just as pathetically I wait day after day for you For a word, perhaps three a sign, a show, a glimmer of hope. Realistically I appear to be a woman unconcerned Cold, unfeeling, aloof. Just as realistically I listen night after night to you Fighting…

The Gift No One Wants

Late at night, bored and melancholy, I ask myself the age old question; Are we tortured because we’re artists? Or are we artists because we’re tortured? An angel came into my dreams one night, Placed her hands on my shoulders, She told me she was giving me a gift, I felt a spark of ignition…