I

 

need

 

you

 

to

 

find

 

your

 

strength,

 

It's

 

there

 

somewhere

 

deep,

 

It's

 

okay

 

to

 

be

 

afraid,

 

But

 

I

 

need

 

you

 

to

 

be

 

brave.

 

Waiting for You #parenthood,

I

 

could

 

call

 

you

 

Clementine,

 

I

 

recognized

 

your

 

eyes,

 

Someone

 

I

 

could

 

never

 

erase,

 

Familiar

 

like

 

a

 

past

 

life.

 

You're Mine #love,

We'll

 

pick

 

apart

 

these

 

wounds,

 

Ones

 

that

 

never

 

truly

 

healed,

 

Stitches

 

on

 

stitches,

 

I'll

 

sew

 

these

 

limbs

 

back

 

onto

 

you.

 

Now

 

you've

 

thinned

 

the

 

veil,

 

Moved

 

Earth

 

and

 

heaven

 

close

 

enough,

 

So

 

close

 

the

 

light

 

is

 

blinding,

 

A

 

million

 

volts

 

crackling,

 

Precious Delivery #childbirth, #parenthood,

I

 

see

 

that

 

too

 

bright

 

future

 

still

 

ahead,

 

Hanging

 

up

 

there

 

just

 

out

 

of

 

reach,

 

A

 

too-ripe

 

fruit

 

rotting

 

on

 

the

 

tree.

 

Too Bright Future #struggle, #aspirations,

Just

 

keep

 

whispering,

 

All

 

together

 

a

 

scream,

 

A

 

thousand

 

silent

 

swings,

 

Still

 

fells

 

the

 

sturdiest

 

tree.

 

Little Messes #love, #struggle,

Latest Poems


Waiting for You

May 11, 2024

parenthood
I need you to find your strength,
It's there somewhere deep,
It's okay to be afraid,
But I need you to be brave.

You're Mine

January 20, 2024

love
I could call you Clementine,
I recognized your eyes,
Someone I could never erase,
Familiar like a past life.

Won't Let You Fall Apart

January 20, 2024

love
We'll pick apart these wounds,
Ones that never truly healed,
Stitches on stitches,
I'll sew these limbs back onto you.

Precious Delivery

April 28, 2023

childbirthparenthood
Now you've thinned the veil,
Moved Earth and heaven close enough,
So close the light is blinding,
A million volts crackling,

Too Bright Future

April 3, 2021

struggleaspirations
I see that too bright future still ahead,
Hanging up there just out of reach,
A too-ripe fruit rotting on the tree.

Little Messes

April 2, 2021

lovestruggle
Just keep whispering,
All together a scream,
A thousand silent swings,
Still fells the sturdiest tree.