You see the slump in my shoulders
the way I carry myself
the burdens of boulders
that threaten my health.

When you ask what's wrong
I pull up my guard
don't want your pity or sad song
won't tell you why life's hard.

So if you want to know
I'll bottle it inside
wrap up all remains in a black bow
and tell you I'm fine.

A poet is no more than a person
A mother
A daughter
A lover  
Someone needing release
Or someone needing to recover


It’s the art they create when that ball of ink or stick of led dances on the canvas they so perfectly prepared.
And when the end result and their purpose become perfectly paired.

I've been gone
for a while
You see, I've been struggling
learning how to smile

I've been missing
for quite some time
You see, I've been hiding my pain
and trying not to cry

I've been away
for a minute
You see, I've been trying to convince myself
that my story isn't finished

I've been hiding
for the moment
You see, I've put back together
the pieces that are broken

I've been gone
for so long
Because every. single. thing.
seems to be going wrong