self hatred and guilt
pulse with every beat...

A new year rests on the horizon
Possibilities endless and bright...

Looking down I see him
With his dimples and curls...

it's been 283 days
since I heard your voice...

Sometimes being 'strong'
Means having the courage to ask for help...

Some things never change
I just want you to know...

Two days until
the anniversary of your funeral...

Somehow I made it
to another year...

my poems have numbers
numbers as titles...

Existence in essence
"Essential" until it's inconvenient...

Once more, left desiring
The only thing...

A battle wages ceaselessly in
caverns deep and dark...