Don't tell all
and people
won't with you
find fault

I've to be brief-
listeners are busy
they will rush
for the door
when they regard
my extra words
as unnecessary

Bright moon above me
Ocean waves wash tears away
Warm breeze blankets me

Bullets, bombs, and broken glass
Shards, shells, left strewn
Across the floor
As thin as ice

A life built on lies
A past buried deep inside
A house of cards
You'll never know why

So, forget
That I'm hanging from the edge
Forget that I am
Finding courage through the pain

Through the tears
And the weakened nerves
Tell me
How to learn to live

You have a way with words
She says
Little does she know
I've been rehearsing

We talk about the
past like it's a
movie we
watched together.
You liked the
cinematography.
I didn't care for the
cruelty of the
protagonist.

We disagree on the
theme, and every
scene holds different
aspects of
symbolism for us.
I'm not sure I want
there to be a sequel,
despite the good
acting.

I cup the moon in my hands
from a safe space
on untamed ground
in a forgotten place.

The moon—
its glow, it lingers,
wrapping soft eggshell hues
around my fingers.

This is what love says:
enough has been said
the same words
I'll not raise

I keep going, even on the days I can barely breath,
I keep quiet and I listen carefully to my own needs.

I may not feel joy yet, and that’s okay.
I’m learning to take care of myself, while having nothing to say.


For now, that is enough.

This is my win.