sometimes,
i want to spit
in the face of,
my reflection.

sometimes,
i want to tear
rebecca!
into pieces.

today,
i look at my
reflection.
i see,
a goddess!

today,
i see
a survivor!

i see
a queen!
beauty amongst the mess.

sometimes,
i am
a pathetic victim.

sometimes,
i am
a broken reflection.

today,
i let
the sunshine in.

the warmth,
floods
my skin.

i smile!
i win
i'm surviving.

when did you come in,
to my life?
funny how
i do not recall ,
a life without you.

the shape of your name,
has a strange kind of beauty

the sound of your voice,
makes my heart skip-
-skip a beat.

when did you start,
to love me?
i pray that you never stop.

i forgot,
the beauty of new love.
the innocence of,
discovery.

when did you become,
my best friend?
my brother?
my lover?

funny how,
the answer
does not even matter.

poem i wrote at work
not paid to write
my alibi was departed
nothing done
nothing gained
nothing done
nothing wasted
face it.
you can't see without vision
on my television
there is a man
telling stories about war time glory
a war he never fought himself
what is there to tell
that isn't superstition?
a victim
is still a victim
without his vision

mistakes you never
learn from
lessons,
a concept worth messing with
conversing with a *****
got the better of me
started thinking,
growth is the same
as leprosy
could a lesson in empathy
come for free?
could i be forever
mistaken?
mistaking a lesson with irony
iron out the wrinkles
then get back to me

a nothing
within something
something powerful
something small
a nothing
within something
is bigger
than law