One, Two, Three…

There is a knot in my stomach
for all of the people I’ve let go.

One by one,
with my unforgiveness,
they move in a single-file line…

Two for jealousy,
Three for bigotry.

A file-cabinet labeled Shame
holds all my regrets.

At the Jousting Match

Life is a game we play:
A tossed ball, a forgotten frisbee.

Memories fall out of a set like broken toys,
Chess pieces topple over into dust.

Life is a monopoly board, abandoned.

Figurines in a set,
Marbles in a box,
Dolls on a table…

Life:
Our magnetic tug of war.

Hoping that Hope Exists

Mirror me:
Wrinkles, lines, curves.

Melting into my insecurities,
I ponder.
Looking at a deeper reflection,
I dream.

The pain drips slowly –
Acid eating away at porcelain skin.

We are all dreamers,
Looking for the self within.

Attempts at Love

Embraced

You know my body –

You peel me apart with your
Hands
And undress my
Sadness.

I am lost in you.

Your eyes drown my reason,
Your arms embrace my loneliness.

Feeling you on the inside,
Your heart, your soul, your being.

Drinking in your presence, your love.

Healing For the Sick

A Remedial Remedy

Down it goes,
Poison.

Sliding down your throat,
You feel the burn.

Easy down,
Easy down.

Liquid healing for the sick,
Washing down all of Life’s pain.

Brewing,
Rotting,
Drunk.