I will be better than you.
Those golden days are nothing but memories now.
With you, I can ignore their whispers.
and all that once was thrums in the bass, low and steady.
my hand grasps nothing but air and memories where you used to stand.
when you don’t feel, take some. warning: pills
in my dreams, my art comes to life.
still on fire, i know who i am now.
it’s the same old thing, day after day,you sit me down on the couch, tell me howi’ve failed you, fallen short of your goals,lecture me on all the things you wish i could beand wait for an apologyrescinding my mistakes and all my gracehate to disappoint you to your facebut the door’s open, kicked onContinue reading “lectures and pain”
gently, she kissesthe top of her baby’s head,wishing for the best she carries the houseon her well-worn tired shoulders – her baby gurgles nights filled with worriesof her baby – her future – tear tracks carved in deep the wrinkles of timemark her face as her baby grows and blossoms sweet till the day arrivedwhenContinue reading “mother’s journey”