Did I ever tell you?
I hate my reflection...

I'm pulled so quickly from the snow
And the world revolves as I go...

Eclipsed sun and winter winds
On my own and together again...

And we'll start poems mid stanza
We'll play musical chairs...

I'm going to finish a poem
I started long ago...

This page I promise is ripped
And this pencil is tasting like poison...

The sky is bright with fireworks
Happy fourth of July...

Mortal wounds are of flesh
Divine wounds are of the heart...

Laugh out loud
And in your face...

Pen is on paper
But why can't I write...

I try to write a poem a day
Just might keep the monsters away...

I know what it's like to feel low
I remember when nobody cared enough to know...