Two years have passed
Since you drifted from this place.
Words were sparse around you
As you captured our moments in photos.
Yoga
Two years have passed
Since you drifted from this place.
Words were sparse around you
As you captured our moments in photos.
Lleno.
Hay esperanza
Y paz.
En la confusión
En la vida mundano.
Staple in my hand
I obsess.
Tracing circles around the sharp edges
Dig it further into my delicate skin
Curated and carefully crafted
The secrets I held back
Deeply gazed into my eyes
You only saw a fragment.
Continue reading “Perception”
Noise empties
Silence fills the room.
Pulsing beneath my skin
Uncontrollable fear.Continue reading “Unable”
The water recedes
Slips down the creases of my body
To touch the porcelain tub
And circles down the drain.
There I sit.Continue reading “Bathed”
Waves crash
Crush.
Ebb and flow
Endless taking life
Rushing pain
Strength pours.Continue reading “Rise”
A moment held,
suspended.
The delicate timelessness
of an instance.
Thoughts wander backwards
in creation
again.
The search for comfort
A place to feel at home
A hand to hold
for just a time or more.Continue reading “Comfort”