Sunday, November 17, 2019

I have a box
Where I hide the hurt, the longing and the melancholy

Some days I take it out,
Open it and take out the pebbles within
And put them in my mouth
To feel their texture
To feel the base of my spine

I close the box
And the blood and the dewdrops
And the ticking clock
And the warm radiators
The washing up
And everyday slices of rhyme
Elide into the next.

Friday, May 3, 2019

darkness has fallen
and I must weigh every ounce.
I must surrender to my emotions
not fight them
and let the night run its course.
There is a freedom in letting go.
There is a release.
I will sleep
I will walk
I will breathe
I will carry on screaming
until I laugh.