Try to see (through)
The fallacy
That life is better
Because of me
Because I'm here
Laughter brings
Kindness, joy
No sorrow sings
But the truth rings out
Shed all doubt
My presence isn't
A thing to tout
A thing to notice
To recognize
I can't see past
This wall of lies, see
Deep behind
What you think you see
Lies the real
Version of me
One not missed
Not even known
Left for naught
A rotting stone
Moss-covered
Muted colors
Even the breeze
Upon me shutters
I've found but one
Real certainty
Life's no different
Because of me
No one knows
No one cares
If I'm here
Or if I'm there
To be nowhere
To be no one
Another trip
Around the sun
Matters not
To anyone
Oct 21, 2025
Oct 21, 2025 at 4:14 PM UTC
You look me dead in the eye as you my shatter ego
Confidence fractures, shards fall to the beaten ground
Forgotten pieces and parts of me soak into the floorboards like water on thirsty sand
You walk callously over the memory of my existence
Never giving a second thought to the barren wasteland you leave behind
As the shadow of my once-fragile ego lay prostrate and unnoticed
A subtle breeze passes through, carrying a familiar fragrance
That lifts expectations and replaces sadness with newness
A scent so seductive it draws me to the surface
Languished scraps coalesce into new form
Where I was once forgotten, I now am found
Sometimes brokenness is needed for growth
Aug 15, 2024
Aug 15, 2024 at 8:00 AM UTC
when you learn that you
are enough
you see the world
differently
you see the world
in color
instead of the black and white
surrender
to which
you've become accustomed
your face shines bright
in the mirror; illuminates
the dark room
where you once hid
you stand taller
you smile wider
people see you
for the beauty
inside
which you exude
with every waking breath
you attract goodness
and joy
and share these gifts
with those
around you
you stop trying
to be that person
everyone
wants you
to be
weight lifted
you can breath
again
because you know
just as you are
that you
are enough
Jan 30, 2020
Jan 30, 2020 at 7:52 PM UTC
the sky is not blue
but the clouds do not loom
i look at my hands
with nothing to do
nothing to do
on a day like today
my mind's in a fog
but the sky is not grey
the sky is not grey
the winds do not blow
my kite will not fly
i have nowhere to go
nowhere to go
no cheer, no rage
no walls surround
yet i'm trapped in this cage
trapped in the cage
my mind is not free
the sky is not blue
bitter ennui
Jun 4, 2019
Jun 4, 2019 at 1:19 PM UTC
my gut so tight
no knife can cut
through my hardened core
no needle can pierce
the walls of this chaotic
a
n
x
i
e
t
y
leaving a huddled mass
to self-implode
under the pressure
of my own gravity
May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 2:52 PM UTC
i hear you, child
don't spend your breath
trying to say
what's already been said
words spoken loudly, proudly
did not fall
on deaf ears
i hear you, child
there is no need
to cry tears at night
whispering secrets
to the moon
secrets you desperately
want to be heard
i hear you, child
your pain sings to me
a song of longing
of disappointment
of wanting to disappear
but i can see you, child
i can see you
and you are beautiful
you will never be invisible to me
you will never go unheard
i see you; i hear you
come with me, child
it will be alright
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 2:40 PM UTC
Even the spider gets lost in the
tangled web of lies
I tell myself
to keep me from the truth
that I am not okay
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:44 PM UTC
A seductive aroma of
lavender and lilac,
dances through the air,
singing sonnets of
lovely Spring glory.
A flame illuminates
the emblazoned Summer sky:
A back-yard barbecue
woven upon
freshly cut grass.
When the candle is extinguished;
it leaves a burning ember;
sultry smoke infused into
an Autumn rain;
I can taste it in my lungs.
And when the flame dies out,
the sweet smoke slowly
fades into the night;
Leaving a memory so vibrant, it
lingers on the tip of my tongue.
Jan 16, 2019
Jan 16, 2019 at 11:56 AM UTC
Our lives: fragile as porcelain
Our egos: swinging sledgehammers
A bull in a china shop will do less damage
Than hubris will inflict over a lifetime
Our ego may be a loaded gun
But our ignorance pulls the trigger
Jan 15, 2019
Jan 15, 2019 at 1:21 PM UTC
When I lie in the still silence of solitude
Distress breathing down my back
I see his shadow. Dare I look?
Beguiling as he is black
He looms and lingers
Sharpens his fingers
Prepared for an imminent attack
I breathe in then out
Dispose all doubt
Charade the strength I lack
As I turn to look
Face my crook
The courage in my stomach falls
Yet, nothing is there
But pale, stale air
And a mirror who hangs on the wall
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC