Are they invisible,
the bruises on my face,
the ****** scars across my chest,
and the fury in my gaze?
All my blood wasted,
seem infinite, these heavy tears.
Will I ever breathe in,
a breath that wouldn't burn?

Went yesterday
To the funeral
Of an old friends mother
To a new ancient church
That morning discovered
The fine cut sandstone
Fogged in incense
To its core
It's sacred symmetry
Unnoticeable worn
When Eddie's dad
Took the lectern
To emote
The previous
Spirituality
Somehow
Seem mute
He spoke of their meeting
The birth and growth
Of their son
The break in his voice
But the strength to go on
The depth of the love
So unpretentiously spun
When you think
Of false sentiment
So readily spent
The decades of devotion
Is surely what the lord meant.

I'll fold the laundry and laugh with my sisters,
maybe take my daughter for a walk.
I'll pick up the same toys one thousand times and hear "Hey mom look at me",
and I'll smile everytime.
It's a day like any other to everyone but me,
Yet I keep it to myself.
My broken heart won't ruin their stories, their laughter, their play,
I'll bottle it up and keep going about my day.

there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.