Rise & Fall
Rise. Fall. Rise. Fall. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. My lungs fill with air. It’s cold and clean. It’s winter morning in my chest. I’m trying to focus on my breathing. My heart is
Struggles.
I’m bipolar. I take my thyroid medicine almost every day. I take my mood stabilizer every night. I understand the medical reasons behind why I am this way. I cry at a wall, unable to
Character.
When I was 14, I was 40. I was omnipotent and brilliant and an excellent judge of character. Clearly I was an idiot. Let’s examine that word for a moment, “character.” It has many meanings,
Aches
That dull ache low in your belly. A sharp pain in your back. The ache of being betrayed. Of all the flowers in the garden, I am not the brightest; make no mistake however, for
Wings of a (Fallen) Angel
In the fables In the tales Their beauty unsurpassed Ivory feathers serve as wings Gliding higher Surveying our earth beneath How we longed to fly Not merely gliding But soaring towards heavens above Oh, but
Running in Wonderland
Deep in slumber I fall… Down Alice’s rabbit hole Thru the looking glass I’ve taken a potion or two To get thru the day Now the mirror is shattered Seven years of bad luck and
Stars
It’s 2 o’clock In the morning. Thump. Thump. Thump. Goes my heart. I inhale sharply No breath reaches inside Burning ache fills my chest Air is replaced with tears They drown me from
Midnight Quiet
A few moments are midnight… Everyone is asleep except for myself. I attempt to wile away my insomnia with television, books, and social media. Surprise, none of it works. In the bitter cold of January,