espera

I meet them at the strangest times

in corridors, waiting in lines

I call them kin by the starlight streaming from their eyes.

 

Your voice was breaking, my hands were shaking

I held your gaze in a determination…

knowing the pain in your lungs.

I have grieved as we both have loved;

now your loss will stalk your days…

I’m sorry she left you this way.

 

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la trampa

Can I banish the cold-thoughts from my head?

Can I cut the disdain from my veins?

Will I ever stop viewing reality distorted

Or am I doomed to remain unsafe?

Not about me

At most, my pain diminishes me

I feel small, I feel nothing

I feel the nothing pulling me in

I know its name, its harmonies well up

They pour out of my eyes and stain my life

At best, the pain underscores the why

Without agony there is no joy.

broken poem

Utterly alone

Bleeding and broken and lashed with hatred, shame
Laughed at and mocked in the darkest of hours
As even father looked away.

Scorned and forgotten, abandoned by all
More alone than anyone has ever been.

Yet we cry out after a moment of darkness, a second of fear
We cannot stand to face the shadows on our own
you, You died in solitude to grant us a reprieve from the night
i cannot fathom how blessed i am to know this age, where you are so close and graceful
so kind and gentle
i know one day you will judge us all and i am NOT ENOUGH
I SCREAM THIS TRUTH, THE AGONY TORN FROM MY LUNGS WITH ALL ITS THORNS
YOU ARE A L L THAT I HAVE

AND YOU ARE MORE THAN ENOUGH

thank you …