i disappoint people without even trying,
like it's my innate talent.

Breathe.

You're still here.
You are here.

a flicker, a glow.
happiness when you see it,
plants thriving in its presence.

a candle flickering,
the sun shining,
a bulb glowing.

a glimpse in what
was formerly dark
and impossible to experience.

light gives us life,
and shows us Earth's beauty.

the spark of a lightning bolt,
invoked insomnia from blue screens,
misguided sea turtles.

it creates a bright life for all around,
yet it blinds the careless.

Lord you gave me a mountain
So I will climb
Every single day
And when
I reach the top
Of the mountain
I take a peak
In that beautiful blue
Sky
And I see the birds
Flying high
Above the sky
I must say
That I had enjoyed
That
Very much
I also took
I look down on the
Mountain
And I saw the
Whales Swimming
In the Pacific ocean
It left me
Speecheless

I began to draw the demons on my arms
so that people could glimpse a fraction
of the war inside my soul

i believe in a gentle kind of love
all soft and soothing and
just right
when i am so terribly, irritatingly fragile
fingers running down my back while we lie
rib to rib, heart to heart
listening to the beat, and to the breath
and perhaps it is that, in this world of rough and tumble
of screaming and aching, to believe in a love kind and sweet is
a naivety but i find that
because of all this roaring outside our window, i much prefer
to think of that love sweet and kind
and us, tangled around each other, i think, yes

i find that i believe in a gentle sort of love

you never know how much
you truly suffer

until you’ve caused your
own sufferings