Don’t tell me how ******* lucky I am
How grateful I should be
How I am blessed

You’ve not walked in these shoes
With these broken feet

It ******* hurts!

& it just plain sux
dancing in sparkling pink stilettos
when i really need to run barefoot in the sand

Maybe it’s nothing
Always has been
But whatever it is
I’d do it again

Let’s sit across the room
Instead of side-by-side
“I’m too tired to talk,” I say
but really want to hide
When, how and why
did partners turn friends
the lover lose allure
even friendship end?
The needy insistent touch
now magnetic repulsion
Hug & kiss a daily duty
just dreaded compulsion
Honest attempts to renew a flame
Futile when fuel is degraded
No longer matters who’s to blame
Only that one is frustrated

As my dreams play
vivid images of a future
I'm yet to mold
my brain cries in silence
as in my hands, wet clay
is all I hold

Like the effortless flow of fingers over piano keys, life wraps around me, drawing me gently into luminous waves of feelings.

A symphony of pure heavens.
Everything here is deep green, adorned with brilliant stars that flicker inside me.
I feel the warm wind caressing my face, playing with my light brown hair.

Sinking into sleep was never really sleep—for here, waking is not possible.