Saturday, October 2, 2021

staying still and focusing on my breath,
not chasing happiness
but rather letting peace find me

Sunday, September 12, 2021

sometimes I feel lost,
a spell of disorientation,
that I have learnt can be survived.
I breathe and recollect myself,
then take the next step.

Sunday, September 5, 2021

I am angry with the ocean
because it does not love me.
It rises and falls
and the waves break on the shore,
ignoring me; regardless, I walk alone.

Saturday, July 24, 2021

there is a darkness in me
that looks to you for light
but that is an illusion
and I must nurture my own self
and appreciate me (for being me)

I must dive in the river
and swim in sunlight,
washing myself clean.
Breathe in the early morning light
and exhale my blues and delusions.
The Siren song I imagine eats at me
yet the cancer in my mind
can be controlled.
It will always remain, I believe,
and I will feel the gravity and orbit
you silently.
I cannot entirely break free
but I can swim in the river.
The phases of the moon.
The dance of photons from Andromeda.
Distant stars.
Stellar objects.

Thursday, June 17, 2021

my mind is falling
through the tumbling/turbulent water.
It swirls and swings until,
hitting the riverbed,
it begins to settle,
away from the storm above.
My thoughts begin to clear
and I find peace.

Wednesday, June 16, 2021

my heart breaks
and I give away the pieces
wrapped in ink

when the darkness comes
acknowledge it but do not live in it.
The night will pass.

I feel the undertow pulling at me
and I must swim,
I must feel.
The pain is an old acquaintance:
we are not in love.
The water flows over my skin
and I feel isolated and the touch of panic.
I swim on: fighting, experiencing;
and the water flows over my skin.
I am alive.