Day 24 II fever crept in while I sat at my desk the not so subtle reminder my body will fail me in spite of my will to avoid finish out the day it is all I can do still feeling guilty for not being able to work longer I slept in the chair when…

Day 23 I coming home we did not meet here at the corner waiting for the light to turn caught up in the rush to return home after a long work day bumper to bumper the bus pulls to the curb one empty seat becomes home for twenty minutes horn blares the driver yells not…

Day 22 Four days of silence Was not enough To heal Me #napowrimo2019 #poetry

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 tiredfrom…

Day 20 I wake up to raindrops on my eyelidsbirdsong floats on morning airrivers fill to overflowingtrees breathe into blossomsI wait andlisten~ #napowrimo2019 #poetry

Day 19 eight spoons measure my dayat one time I had more ten or eleventwenty when I was youngerbut today eight spoonssit in my coffee mugsometimes filled with sugarwhatever sweetness I need to curb the harsh bitter nowwhen the world becomestoo muchafter months and months of pushing throughin spite of everything elsein spite knowing it…

Day 18 I sit in the pause between this breath and the nextuntetheredin the darknessfloating in the lightdrowningin the deepwords sticklike chewed glassin my throatI am lostin thisjust beingherein the silence~ #napowrimo2019#poetry

Day 17 I write to you in deep night While rain falls I wait for sleep to steal me But I have been awake for years I hear more clearly in darkness Sitting with the sky Listening Later a storm will rattle the window Thunder will shake the building Before passing Morning will come dressed…

Day 16 to set it right on the balance ice to the jaw after the punch hidden bruises no voice left in the shadows I tried to use it more than once my voice as quiet as it is is loud inside you fail you are not enough you will never be and yes I…

Day 15 looking backwards in the bathroom mirror trying to see the part of me I cannot see a photograph blurred three bulbs gone leaving just enough for hair brushing and nothing more night has wrapped itself around the building the last light of the sun long gone no one awake that I can ask…

Day14 I am aware of this journey of skinits curves and rollsin right places in wronghow other eyes defineddiscouraged filled cups of distainto sustain methrough the years I am aware of this journey of skin of not being enough to satisfy or qualify lovehow that borecraters within methat no amount of tearscould fill I am…

Day 13 I didn’t ask you for proof of life no song no heartbeat no smile no touch nothing I asked for nothing and in that moment you gave it to me a cup of dust the wind caught it at the end I held an empty cup never to fill again I didn’t ask…