Because i am lawn furniture

And you are Antarctica

The two of us have ample rime

But not a single drop of warmth in our blood

We lived through all the bright nameless, blameless places

And the turning of the *****

The year we fell down

In an illusion of separateness

Is where we came to know

The fragile silence

Within a map of echoing glass

Pointing further out than we once thought

Everything ravaged, everything burned

Issue #1

High criticism in opinions
Lack of support
Overthinking situations
Mental breakdowns inside my soul
Backlash after Backlash
Trying to find my voice in this world
Yet, I hold back my tongue

Issue #2

I quit dating because my heart was torn open so many times.
Distance myself from friends because I was being taken advantage of.
Stop writing because my poems won’t change lives.
Gave up on the promise land because it’s difficult to reach.

Issue#3
Bills due monthly
Large pay check here
Short pay check there
Long shifts = Long nights
Trying to save money
Tuition due soon.

Here goes FASFA calling again....
"~Excuse me, I have to take this call"

There was a dreadful nail in her shoe
But still she went to pick her child from school

She was in a hurry as she was already late
As she scurried out our wooden gate

I could not believe she had a nail in her shoe
But still she agreed to pick her child from school

The bumpy road and the scorching heat
By her courage, she could easily beat

I couldn’t believe there was a nail in her shoe
But still she agreed to pick her child from school

To subdue all the turns and bumps she did not fail
Despite the scorching heat and the dreadful nail

I could not believe there was a nail in her shoe
But still she agreed to pick her child from school

“Is it not hard to walk” I asked
With a nail in the shoe, it is a big task

“why not go and change instead?”
But some golden words were what she said

“I go through many hurdles my dear”
A nail in the shoe is pretty familiar

The coerce foes are like a nail in my shoe
The devalue of people adds to the pain too

But I turn a deaf ear to them dear
Cause their opinions are unworthy to hear!

Struggles, struggles, struggles. We all have them, but no one speaks of them. They are our dark secrets we hide in the closet’s of our mind, and they only come out when we are too weak to hide them any longer. They crush us when we least expect it, and some dare not show another for fear they will betray their secret to the world. And others keep silent for they think that their own power can hold them back. Still, others hid for they fear no one else shares their battle and therefore, will not be able to help. Where do I stand? I am afraid to say, but I do believe I stand in all three states. Who will hear? Who will help? If I share, would you betray my trust and tell the others?

Struggles

Is it the times when we are lost
Or felt too true to love

Is it the creature in us
Or the fire of our past

Is it the water of wishes
Drowning us weightlessly

or the baggage of god
lusting for powers
That has left us dying
Without seeing clarity

I sometimes feel
The need to feel love
And thought of the past
Merged to now

The love that we seek
Has made us bleed
It has killed and died
Through the desire we have

Yet it is love
That is life
Without the struggles
Our love will be mundane
Without the struggles
The happiest will be lost

If we draw a picture
Of our highs and lows
We will realize that all is love
And while I write this poem
We are rippling across to each other
Saying all the crazy things
That we know so much about
That we are
Life

Me and the family
have some struggles
I’ve been staying busy
working doubles
digging tunnels
with no shovel.

These are just some of my troubles
I’ve got blood
on my knuckles
Momma
I was never a saint
I could never show restraint.