I built a fortress for my soul
a place where no one else can go
to keep me safe from everyone
a place where I can be alone

but now that no one else is here
I am alone with all my fear
and in my fortress where I hide
there is a monster
deep inside

introspection is
indeed an illness, and I
a sickly woman

You were fifth grade
so you were
my playground -
I buried small treasures
in your sand.

You were seventh grade,
lips sealed like my locker.
My safety, my trust..
I left my initials
inside your door.

You were tenth grade -
An open book,
a willing vessel;
I inked your pages
with my diary.

You were college.
You were shallow and empty.
I left you
with baggage full
of my least favorite memories.

You
You are now
but
I see future in you.
Perhaps

You'll be the
string that ties
these knots
and brings me
back to my center.

When I said I was okay
Did you really believe me
Or did you just let it slip by
While I was giving up on living?

you let go
of your balloon so easily
not even looking up
to see where its gone

i grasped onto my balloon
until it slipped from
my hold
i followed it
until i could not see it
any longer