The absence of my peers has conditioned my mind to dissociation. Reality comes back starving for what little sanity I possess. It laughs and scoffs in my face as I continuously trip and bruise my Knees. And at the end of the day I crawl to the deep cave where i dwell Licking my wounds choking on the taste of copper this isn't what I was destined to become I'm still your daughter.
Here I found myself in the slaughter house where you've decided i belong. I make friends with shadows and the night has become my confidant Sorrow spills from my lips in manic chatter. my cigarettes are always almost gone. I've fallen behind and i'm out of breath I need Rest. my feet keep walking and my eyes keep searching for safety wearily and discouraged , telling my self , keep going , keep going , keep going , keep going.
most of my poetry is focused on my family life and how i have been able to over come, confront , and accept trauma.