I am not a mother,
though I birth poetry as a result...
Relax your shoulders & enter
my head...
Don't want to explain, our children, why they lack
I tire of pulling the knives off their back...
He is not there.
He is flying where...
Its not too late where I am,
but its late enough for me to know...
She fears
what she writes...
For I have seen the light and felt the warmth of...
My sins are gone...
Today marks 8 years since you left,
and I cant avoid the heartache brought about by...
"I never liked you before
but I really like you know...
Tinkling glasses; bubbles popping
sweet aroma masking truth behind...
I don't know
My brain is not working...
Too thin to break
Too thin to be...