writing poetry in the waiting room

writing poetry in the waiting room worn seats in lines  bland taupe comfortless oblivious  to the pain and discomfort  of others I wait for my child’s return alone in a quiet corner somewhere a doctor watches  over them does what I cannot do heal, find answers or  more questions all I can do is wait Continue reading “writing poetry in the waiting room”

deep rest

Day 21 deep restfound mealone after the room emptiedtaking heart pieces deep rest found mealone afterbeing told I could not mournor rememberlike turning off the tap deep rest found mealonenot pretty enoughnot slim enoughnot nice enoughnot smart enoughnever enough deep restfound me alonein the foldsof beingturned me kept mestayed like a familiarmy spirit is tiredfromContinue reading “deep rest”