Like mixing red with yellow
Staining her hands and feet.
Like mixing joy with sorrow
Covered knee deep.
Unsettling emotions
She feels alien to her skin.

Wildflower
Stubborn roots.
Brought forth into a nest of thorns
Unashamed bloom.
Shining with vivid colours
Oblivious of doom.

touch my soul with poetry.
soothe me with words,
lace it with a rhythm
and sing it softly.

Dark drapes fall on both sides

Heavy with the drought of sleepless nights

When the moon shone but did not shine

Through the windows that are stained to this day

I'd try rubbing the grit away

But the grains of sand have found their home

As have the lead in my heavy heart.

My therapist likes to call it a condition
My priest calls it a curse
One tells me to take notes
The other, to gather flowers
To skip a session is unfortunate
while skipping mantras, a bad omen.
A traumatic childhood, the precusor
The stars suggest another version
A shift in neurological chemical patterns
The meeting of sun and venus, a bad combination.
Its the establishment of bad belief systems she convinces
And he swears age old wisdom is the best medicine.

i used to have such vain thoughts
that begged to be penned
now all i have is vain feelings
that beg to be felt.

escapism in the palm of your hands.
wont you join me
enter into the world of ones and zeros
soon we'll be dancing in the midst of darkness.