I write what I see,
Because I am blind.
I write what I hear,
But I am deaf.
I write what I feel,
But paralyzed.
I write what I smell,
In my burnt nose.
I write what I taste,
The only sense left,
And thank the day,
Because it can be worse.

he was smart
and he was kind.
but what i failed to realize
was that he was blind.

blind to my words,
and blind to how i felt.
he couldn't see how what he was doing to me,
was tearing me apart.

I’ve spent too long
locked in this dark
tower
Thinking myself a
damsel in need of
rescue.
But I’m remembering now
I’m a warrior
And capable of
saving myself.

She walks on shellbone sandals
Her back *****, like reeds that stretch to the sun
And her hair
Golden frolicks of olympus wheat hafts
Graces down, down, down
To meet it

She watches like mirrors do
Shining what we hope to see
With a pointed nose, bright
Like mirrors can be
If I smile, smile, smile
Like she makes me want to
Into her face

She moves like trees shiver
As she tosses pebbles to their roots
With a skip and a hop
She shoots amongst the flowers
And drinks the day, day, day
Like flowers do.

She leaves like evening reddens
And tires like starlings fly
But the moon, the moon
Lies silver on her summer body
While we wait, together, together, together
Till the morrow comes