My Poetry

To my mother,
I am so grateful for the boundless empathy you have.
For you have spread that gift to me, and oh, how lonely it can be.
To feel so deeply for others, yet seldom find the same reflected back.
It’s a bottomless pit which will never be filled.

But the beauty I find to understand others is irreplaceable;
and how it lifts me when one says:
You are such a beautiful person.

How could I ever be upset for a gift that can be recognized in a swift pass.
For as lonely as it may be,
Those who recognize and appreciate it can help put a net in the bottomless pit.

Through every weathered storm,
you can still find the moments of peace.
Filling your heart with warmth
and awareness is hard, yes.
But oh,
the day you look up
and find that beauty is but the surface of your forever peace.

Don’t be misled if your forever peace
changes.
For you should know that nothing is promised forever.
But do not dwell,
you live a new day every day.
And life is never promised or
forever.
So live each day with purpose and intention.
You have one life but you live every single day.

I don't remember when it happened,
but when it did a part of me was
ripped off.
All of the bubbling sensations suddenly
stopped.

A knot formed from inside my heart,
and got stuck.

As it lingered,
I grew used to the feeling.
I learned that this is how it’s supposed to be.

Everything I tried made it worse;
Apparently all I needed was someone to untie the knot.

How is it we place band-aids over wounds that gouge so deep?
Wounds that cry for tender care—
for love no band-aid could ever give.

So why do we cover without truly tending?
Simple fixes.

Oh. This isn’t really about band-aids.
It’s about never understanding why they didn’t give you the answer you needed.
Or… was it about the love you never saw as a child?
Wow.
Our wounds are different,
but they still hurt
because we only put band-aids on each
other.

My mind wanders and
I'm stuck again.
Tied up in whatever
meaningless moment
you drilled into my head.
To put up a fight would be useless;
because the rope tightens, relentless, like
your voice
echoing in my mind.
But to give up and have to accept,
that demands a strength I don’t have.

Love with you,
Love with me.

Love by far,
Love by near.

Our love is connected beyond.

Oh, how simple it is with you.

My heart captures the sudden bursts
when I think of you.
I think about the way you
look at me,
talk with me,
and how we are the same
when together.
Our differences disappear
to reveal the souls that have been torn
apart.

Finally in your presence,
I am whole again.

I know I shouldn’t think
it's my fault.
But maybe it is.
I’ve given up reaching for you.
‘Cause every time I try,
you make me feel like
I’m nothing to you.

You never think to call,
to text—
I’m a fading shadow in your mind.
But maybe you want it that way,
I just wish you said it,
instead of dragging me along.